Surfing Lessons

Rating is changing now for M. Please, skip this chapter if you're not of age.

A.N:Like always, thank you guys for your comments!

Oh; I'd really like to know how you found that scene. I'm kinda new to the whole writing sex scenes… I'm also a newbie at romance so be kind ^^'

I think this story is slowly coming to an end unless a giant idea strikes me next week… Until then, read and enjoy!

- -

Chapter eleven: That pervert lighthouse keeper

She'd been looking at miles and miles of sea for ten minutes straight, stalling time once again. Alas, one could hardly fake being that engrossed with such scenery for that long.

Veronica sighed and squared her shoulders; it was time to affront Dick about their quarrel. Sure, she needed time to think, but she didn't want him mad at her about it.

She turned once again in the direction of the car and began walking the one hundred fifty feet or so leading her to what she could assume would be a difficult discussion.

When only a few feets were separating her from the vehicle, she gazed at Dick's stiffed form in the car cabin.

She rounded the car and entered it; sitting next to a stony Dick.

"The dude will come back with booster cables," he said tensely.

She studied him as he gripped the steering wheel while running a hand through his messy hair at the same time. For the first time, she noticed a muscle twitching in his cheek as he bent toward his ipod, surely to turn it on. Without much thinking, she stopped his movement by a hand on his arm. He looked up at her; a question in the eyes and the music forgotten. She didn't wait for him to speak as she quickly voiced her internal debate.

"What would have happen if the lighthouse keeper hadn't showed up there, Dick?"

She managed to hide her surprise as his gaze lingered a second too long upon her lips. Then he scoffed, shrugged, and sat back up in the driver seat. This wasn't the Dick she was used to know. The old Dick would have kissed her right here and now with a wide and happy sneer or would have said he had every intention to do just that. But this Dick was new territory.

"Nothing; you were about to stop us."

She completely turned toward him and examined his reaction attentively, sighing internally at his coldness.

"Dick?"

Again, she saw that muscle twitch in his cheek. He was purposely avoiding looking her way.

"… I guess you're still angry at me."

"Give the woman a prize," Dick replied, his voice tainted with sarcasm. Yes; new territory indeed.

He fell back into a cold silence, his eyes staring straight ahead. As the uncomfortable stillness continued, Veronica began to study Dick's face. She idly traced the contour of his cheekbones with her gaze and followed the slope of his jaw before settling on his lips. They were pursed slightly.

Veronica, as confused as she was with the new development in their relationship, was hit by a sudden urge to kiss him again. To hell with Logan; they'll have to deal with his impending wrath later. Now, they were Dick and Veronica, alone in a car.

She tightened the grip she still had on his forearm and decided to act; it was now or never.

She leaned forward and placed her lips on his.

As she expected, his entire body went rigid in response to her. Veronica kept her lips pressed against his, partly because she wanted to see how long he'd allow the kiss to go on, and partly to see if he would return it.

Slowly, she slid toward the blond surfer and managed to straddle him. His eyes immediately found hers and again, she saw a bunch of questions shine in them. His eyes weren't the only ones to connect with her as his hands went automatically to her lower back, steadying her so she wouldn't waver in her new position. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him anew by letting her lips hovered nimbly over his.

She lightly brushed her lips against his, smirking slightly into the barely there caress and gazing unwaveringly into his eyes, teasing him. She continued her sweet ministrations to his clenched jaw and couldn't help but nibble that ticking muscle.

"Don't tease me."

Who would have thought Dick Casablancas could be this close off with a girl on his lap? Her confidence was rapidly evaporating while facing this stony version of Dick. She stopped, unsure of herself now. Veronica was about to pull away, sure by now that he didn't want anything to do with her. He was still angry; she get it.

"I do want you," she whispered in a last attempt, and she couldn't recognize her voice for an instant. It sounded low and hoarse; so unlike her.

Before withdrawing completely, she glanced up a last time into his eyes; they were searching hers, and she could practically see his resolve disappear when their gazes finally met. Slowly, she saw a little smile appearing on his lips, and he started a stroking motion with his thumbs on her lower back. Dick relaxed slightly, and his arms tightened around her.

Veronica felt goose bumps riding all their way up of her spine. Then one of his hands was cupping the back of her head, tangling in her hair, bringing her lips to his. It was a sweet sensation, at first. She felt her entire interior melt when his tongue met hers; and suddenly, she was glad to be straddling him, because she didn't have to wonder about her wobbling knees.

She couldn't help but mimicked his movements; she raised her hands all the way to his own blond hair. She pulled on it slightly and was rewarded by Dick putting more fervor into their kiss, crushing their lips together, almost as to punish her; and somehow, she knew he was. She bit his lower lip in response and he groaned into her mouth, and then pulled her closer to him –as if it was possible. She was flushed against Dick and she could feel his growing desire for her.

She felt a deep sentiment of satisfaction when he gasped as her mouth started to suck on his earlobe, biting and kissing it. It wasn't long before one of his hands was in her hair and he'd taken a sharp ragged deep breath, and his lips were on hers.

Veronica pulled away from his questing mouth, panting for air. Again, his gaze met hers and he brushed away wild locks having set free from her ponytail. She slowly started grinding against him and she watched as his blue eyes darkened until they reach an almost stormy color.

A few heartbeats later, Dick's hands were fumbling with his shirt and his t-shirt; getting out of them in no time and throwing them somewhere in the back of car. She glanced quickly at his naked, well-toned chest and resisted a moan. He really was handsome, and what a fine body he had.

He went to help her with her own clothes while she was attacking his jaw, his neck, his collarbone frantically. He tucked at the hem of her shirt and pulled it all the way up in one swift motion; she quickly abandoned his skin and took her hands off him to be freed from the offending piece of clothing.

She blindly searched back for his mouth and his shoulders but was met with resistance as callused hands gently grabbed her wrists. With frustration she opened back her eyes and was satisfied with the look of astonishment he gave her when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.

"God, Ronnie," he breathed out, and she almost laughed openly at his gaping act, "where's your bra?"

Veronica cocked her head to the side and gave him a half smirk: "I was hoping you'd tell me."

"All I know is that it's not on you," he answered, still staring openly at her, devouring her skin with his eyes, seemingly mesmerizing every inches of her. He was so easy to read, it was refreshing.

"That pervert lighthouse keeper!" she responded, putting the dots together to the mysterious disappearance of her underwear. She laughed as he gaped at that comment.

Then he frowned: "Enough talk about the old man already. Where were we?" He said smiling deviously while bucking his hips up to make certain that she wasn't thinking about another man but him.

He didn't give her any time to come with a proper reply as he ducked to kiss one expose breast, tracing the pink areole with his tongue, causing the peak to stand to attention. She shuddered and arched her back toward the windshield as his five o'clock shadow brushed against the underside of her breast. She gasped at the friction, wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him tightly to her. She moaned loudly at the sensations he created in her.

She felt his grin widen against her skin and couldn't help but smile as well. One hand was still holding her steady while the second one left the cradling of her head to fist her long pale tresses.

The whole thing could only be describe with one word, she though; sensual. Never would she have guest that Dick was anything resembling that. In her mind, he was passionate in bed; he was all for the act in itself, straight to the point. In her head, he hadn't been the kind of man to caress feverishly and to kiss hot trails against skin. Not that she gave the whole thing that much thought before. God was she wrong about him.

Veronica was well on her way to melt but he stopped his ministrations to her breast. She groaned her disapprobation and looked down at him with every intention to beg furiously for more. He caught her eyes and with a wicked grin that make butterflies flew in every direction in the pit of her stomach, he blew on her other nipple. She sucked air at the hot/cold contrast. Then he was kissing his way back to her collarbone, neck, jaw, lower lip and once again, she lost it and griped his hair tightly, making him moan.

His hand left her hair and his thumb trailed over her ribcage all the way down to her crumbling mini skirt; it had ridden up around her hips. He gently gripped her thigh and slid his hand under the material, founding her bare butt.

"God," he let out again; funny, she'd never thought he was the religious kind of guy, "he stole your panties too, hasn't he?"

She giggled and nodded against his mouth.

"I'll so have to thank the dude."

And again, she laughed out aloud while kissing him.

Dick encircled her waist with one strong arm and lifted her up a few inches so he could fumble properly with his belt. Veronica's hands went idly help him and between the two of them, they had his jeans discarded with some difficulties.

He sat her back down on him and bent toward the glove compartment. He reaching blindly into the small drawer as she licked his ear; Dick grunted as she touched a tender spot. When he finally found a small foil packet, he sat them back to their previous position.

She took the packet, tore it open and took the condom out. Eagerly, she grabbed his manhood and smirked as his face mimicked pleasure. The task done, she stood up a little and he guided her way down on him.

Both of them groaned at the sweet torture when he entered her slowly. Again, he encircled her waist with one arm and held her still for what seemed like an eternity. Unhurriedly, he lifted her up on him. She warped her arms around his broad shoulders using them as leverage and helped him pick up an easy pace.

Without giving it more though, his name left her lips in a long, breathy moan.

She took in a short intake of air when Dick bit his lip, all smirk and teasing and as he pressed his lips against her ear: "You should always say my name that way."

Their groans, moans and pants filled the car and Veronica was glad the ipod wasn't on; their sounds were so extremely sensual.

Soon enough, they were accelerating their tempo. Their chests, pressed together, were going slick with faint layers of perspiration. His arm was guiding her more forcefully up and down on him. His other hand had her jaw in a grip, not strong enough to hurt her, but strong enough to force her lips to his in a bruising kiss.

She stared straight into his lust filled eyes; seconds away from totally loosing it. He wickedly brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking the tip of it; it looked hot, way too hot. Then, the finger plunged between their bodies to rub her clit.

As she felt herself falling into oblivion, she threw her head back in ecstasy. She dug her nails into his flesh as she tightened around him and came with a loud moan. Her world flew off of its axis.

Dick's gaze fell upon her pale throat convulsing as she swallowed and moaned, momentarily lost in her own bliss. He ducked forward and sucked in her slender throat with his eager mouth, while he came himself. A hickey sure would appear on her skin in times to come.

She collapsed on him, sated and exhausted, panting deeply and Dick pulled her back against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. She'd taken him on one hell of a ride and his body was still rocking from it. "Well…" he started as he moved his hand over her bare back and ribcage then up to the side of her breasts. "That was awesome."

Her shoulders started to shake and when he thought she was crying he pulled her slightly back from his chest. He propped himself up to check on her. All thoughts of her crying were washed away when he saw the smile on her face and heard the chuckles that came from her lips. She opened her eyes slightly and giggled, sated and euphoric, as she saw fog on the side window.

Dick nudged her head with his chin and ran his hands over her back and hair. "What was that?" he asked with his voice sounding hoarse and tired, yet curious.

"It's - - humph" she panted. "Just let" she giggled and tried again between her breathless and dazed state, "Just let me catch my breath a second."

Dick chuckled at that and they lay together for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, as both of them tried to regain their bearings. At one point, Veronica angled her head against his shoulder so she could see his face. Dick looked down at her. Veronica finally spoke.

"Titanic," she said.

He repeated, confused: "Titanic?"

Again, Veronica pulled back to look at him. Her blue eyes filled with amusement as she said, "Yes, Titanic. Don't you remember when they have sex in the car and there's fog all over the windows?"

She pressed herself back down on him, her cheek resting against his chest; she could hear his heartbeat slowly setting back down to its normal pace. She felt the rumble of his voice as he spoke up: "You got it all wrong, Ronnie. The Titanic was a ship, not a car."

She laughed and nodded happily, sated.

"Remind me to introduce you to chick flick movies sometime in the future."

"In the future, eh?" Dick grinned widely and he nuzzled his nose in a spot behind her ear. "I'll watch whatever chick movie you want if it leads to some other foggy sessions…"

Veronica resisted the urge to shiver in response as he whispered the words in the cradle of her neck and then he dropped a kiss on the rosy skin. Part of her wanted to stay like this for a little while longer but she never had that much luck as a fist went knocking against aforementioned windows, startling them both back to present.

"I've got the boosting cables."

To be continued...

A.N.: In the next chapter: our new lovebirds will return to Neptune and face Logan. Hold your breath for Mr. Echolls' reaction!