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A Lamb/Veronica fic.
Chapter Two.
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Veronica Mars ... I never would have killed off Lamb.
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A/N: Hehe, I love writing this fic ... I want to marry this fic ... or Michael Muhney, whichever comes first.
So, in the last chapter, Lamb and Veronica made out in the interrogation room, and then Veronica took off. This scene takes place starting when Lamb is searching the bus driver's home for proof of suicide.
Oh, also, in this story, she's not dating Duncan. Just to clarify.
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She heard him enter the room, waving his search warrant in Jessie's face.
She turned to look at him, meaning to fix him with a steely glare, but lost her nerve once she met his eyes.
She could tell he was surprised to see her, it was all in the slight pause in his step when they locked eyes, but he brushed it off, being on-duty and all.
"What are you doing here, Mars?" he wondered, not wanting to use her first name again.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Jessie's a friend."
She expected a look of sarcasm or amusement, but instead he turned his lips upward in a look of understanding, then went back to rifling through the apartment.
She looked from him to Jessie, then to the rest of the officers in the room, including Sacks, who looked like he was almost blushing, and had to get out of the apartment. She could still remember how amazing it had felt when Lamb's lips were on hers, his tongue massaging hers, and - oh, I so need to get out of here!
She could feel his eyes on her as she left with Jessie, but she left without another look back.
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It was two o'clock in the morning, and Veronica had never felt more stupid in her life. He would probably slam the door in her face, claiming temporary insanity. Or he'd yell at her for bringing it up. Or claim amnesia ... maybe all of the above.
Nevertheless, knowing all the possible ways Lamb could turn her away, here she was, at two o'clock in the morning, knocking on the door to his apartment.
She waited twenty seconds before knocking again, and was about to turn away and go home when she heard the locks clicking on the other side of the door.
He pulled the thick piece of wood open, blinking down at her.
"Mars? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night," he told her, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"I know, I'm sorry, I just ... I wanted to ... I mean, when ..."
She sighed, not even knowing how to begin.
He looked down at her.
"You came over to talk about the kiss," he said simply.
She stared up at him and nodded.
He opened the door to his apartment, and she stepped through hesitantly.
"I don't bite," he said, making her jump.
"Right ... uh, sorry," she said again.
"Stop apologizing."
"Sorry," she said quickly, then sighed. "Okay ... I'll stop now."
He moved to the kitchen, pulling out an instant coffee machine and starting a cup.
"You want one?"
She shook her head. "I've already had four."
He nodded. "I see."
"Well ... no, you don't," she said. "See, I'm confused as hell about what happened back there, and you seem perfectly calm. How is that?"
He shrugged. "The fact that I'm half-asleep is probably helpful."
"Ah, of course. Knew I should have tried that," she joked nervously.
"Look, Veronica, kissing you wasn't something I planned to do, but ..."
He trailed off, staring intently at the buzzing coffee machine.
"But, what?" she wondered, walking into the kitchen and standing next to him.
He took a deep breath before saying, "But, it wasn't the worst experience in the world."
Veronica blinked. "Well ... I'd, uh, have to agree."
She didn't miss his small smile.
"So, we're in agreement, then?"
She nodded. "Kissing, not horrible. And possibly ... repetitive?"
He smirked at her blush and turned to face her.
"I think that can be arranged," he said before his head swooped down to hers, meeting her willing lips.
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"Well ... so ... " Veronica trailed off.
"That was ... also unexpected," Lamb finished.
She nodded.
"Are you?" he began, and she nodded.
"You?"
"Yeah ... I'm good," he said.
She smiled. "You certainly are."
She could have sworn he actually blushed at that.
She adjusted the sheet around her, searching for her underwear.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked playfully, pulling her back down to the bed by her waist and leaning over her, kissing her exposed neck.
"It's passed three o'clock in the morning, I have to get home before my dad wakes up," she told him, not completely motivated to push him off her.
"When does he wake up?"
She thought about it. "Around six."
Lamb smiled into her throat, taking the underwear out of her hands and throwing them across the room. "I think you still have some time to burn."
She smiled, hooking her leg around his as he started to make his way down her body.
"Whatever you say, Deputy."
He knicked her sensitive nipple with his teeth, causing her to hiss in pleasure and pain.
"Call me Sheriff," he said before making his way down the rest of her body.
The next morning, Veronica "woke up", coming out of her room for breakfast.
"Hey honey, how'd you sleep?" her father wondered.
Sleep? What sleep?
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The End!
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