Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Word Count: 3,776
Summary: Veronica's stalking of Lamb gets out of hand.
Disclaimer: Not mine, please don't sue.
A/N: Written just because I missed writing Lamb, although this is probably the last Lamb/V fic for a long while. I don't know why it turned into smut, it just came out that way. Beta read by starxd_sparrow. Her beta comments always make me smile.
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Veronica Mars knew she was losing her mind. She wasn't completely sure when it began, but she knew it was recent. When she'd started looking forward to her visits to the Sheriff's Department, she'd assumed it was because she enjoyed putting Lamb in his place. She didn't notice right away when her visits turned into more than an opportunity to make him look foolish and became a chance to exchange snarky banter with him.
She hadn't realized what was going on until the last time she'd been in his office. The two of them had been going back and forth about nothing until Lamb sat back in his chair, lounging comfortably, and asked, “Why are you even here, Mars? Just to see my pretty face?”
And the answer that sprung to her mind was a resounding yes.
She got herself out of his office as fast as she could.
In trying to cure herself of what had to be some sick fascination with Neptune's idiotic Sheriff, she'd taken to spying on him. The logic of this, and she'd admit it seemed a little preposterous, was that when she saw him in his natural habitat, surely making as ass of himself over and over, she'd be able to finally get over this ridiculous infatuation.
So far, it wasn't working.
She'd watched him arrest a few petty thieves, a junkie and his creepy dealer at the Camelot, and bust up at least four 09er parties. She watched him go home alone every night, sometimes after renting a movie and picking up a six-pack. She watched him eat lunch with his deputies, posturing and acting like he owned the place, but instead of finding it disgusting and downright irritating, she found it to be cute and charming.
But the absolute worst was when she watched him at the gym. In the guise of meeting someone, she lingered in the lobby, desperately hoping to see Lamb drop a barbell on his foot, or something equally as ridiculous. What she saw instead was the most ripped man she'd ever seen, working out to the point of exhaustion. It was quite possibly the hottest thing she'd ever seen, watching him relentlessly lift weights, watching his body move, muscles rippling. When she found herself involuntarily moving toward him, she left the gym quickly.
Okay, she told herself, this is just a reaction to Logan breaking up with me. In trying to hurt him back, my subconscious is trying to find the one person it would kill Logan to see me with, and this is the worst it could come up with.
That didn't really explain why Logan was the furthest thing from her mind when she was dreaming of stripping that ugly uniform off of Lamb's body, though.
At first, Sheriff Don Lamb thought maybe he was imagining things. There really was no reason for Veronica Mars to be stalking him, unless she was trying to torment him. He wasn't ruling that out, but still, it seemed like now that she was in college, should have more important things to keep her busy.
But he kept seeing her. Around the corner watching him arrest teenagers. In her car, driving the requisite three cars behind him in an effort to keep from being spotted. Even when he glanced out the window at night, during a marathon of bad action movies, there she was, sitting in her car, staking him out. At first, it was a little amusing. Then it became annoying. It was hard to pick up one night stands when you had the teenage morality patrol watching you twenty-four/seven. After a while though, he just became... itchy.
There was no denying that Veronica Mars was hot, and knowing she was around him all the time made it a little difficult to ignore it as had been his preferred method of coping with her proximity. It had been a lot easier before she'd turned eighteen. Don Lamb was a lot of things, but he wasn't total slime. He didn't mess with anyone underage. Not even that dead bitch Lilly Kane, no matter how many times she'd flashed those pretty eyes at him, whispering dirty things in his ear. He'd steered as clear as possible from anyone who could potentially destroy his career, which sadly enough, was his life.
He let the stalking go on for a while. For a month, he ignored it, waiting for her to either spring the trap she was setting, or to get tired of waiting for him to do something she could use against him.
Finally, he was the one who got tired of waiting.
Veronica sat in her Saturn, watching Lamb's house diligently. One of these days he'd do something that would make her sanity return, she was sure of it. She just didn't know how long she was going to have to wait. She was tied of watching Lamb live the life of a choir boy.
She didn't notice his approach until the door of her car opened and he sat down in the passenger seat. She yelped her surprise as he slammed the door and situated himself so that he was facing her.
“So, Mars, how long are these late night visits going to go on?” he asked, trademark smirk in place.
Oh God, he was onto her. “I-I don't know what you're talking about,” she stammered, suddenly unsure of herself.
“Is that so? Well, allow me to refresh you memory. Every morning, you follow me to work. You sit in your car just watching the building, then, if I leave, you follow me to wherever I'm going. Lunch, the gym, even to the grocery store. Then, when I go home at night, you're with me. You sit outside of my house for hours, just watching.” He waited a beat, never taking his eyes off of her, before finishing. “Now, I may not be the smartest guy around, but I'm pretty sure that what you're doing qualifies as stalking. So. Care to explain yourself?”
Veronica gave a nervous chuckle. “Not really?”
Lamb laughed a little at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “Veronica, I have you pretty much dead to rights here, and you're still trying to get out of it. You're unbelievable.”
Thinking fast, she chirped, “That's the charm of me!”
“There's nothing charming about you,” he grumbled back. “Now get out of the car.”
“Are you arresting me?” she asked, indignant. “Because I'm not breaking any-”
“Jesus Christ, Veronica, will you just get out of the damn car? I'm not arresting you, I'd just like to have this conversation in my living room instead of your car.”
She stared at him for a moment before reaching for the door.
Lamb was tired. It was one in the morning, he'd been up since five A.M., and now he had to deal with Veronica Mars, who, incidentally, looked better than anyone had the right to, especially considering she'd been sitting in her car for hours.
He led her into his house, and locked the door behind them out of habit. He was rewarded with a startled look from Veronica, which caused a smirk to cross his face.
“Nervous?” he asked, enjoying the upper hand for once.
“Only that you're out of Coke,” she volleyed back.
He snapped his fingers, “Damn, I knew I forgot something at the store the other day. Why didn't you say something at the time? After all, you were right there. Or don't you remember that, either?”
She seemed to have gained her footing a little though, because the next thing out of her mouth was, “Seriously, Lamb, I think you've lost your mind. I'm only here tonight because of something I heard about one of your neighbors. I haven't been stalking you and clearly you're just imagining things.”
He walked over to her and leaned in close. “So it's all been in my imagination, huh?” She nodded shakily. “Even that time you watched me at the gym, your mouth hanging open?” She refused to meet his eyes when she nodded that time.
He kept going, knowing he was close to breaking her. “I've seen you, Veronica. Looking at me, driving behind me, watching me through my bedroom window. I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work.”
She pushed away from him and walked to the other side of the room. “What do you mean, you know what I'm doing? I'm not doing anything, I told you!”
This was weird. She was starting to panic, all the signs were there. Lamb wasn't used to getting the best of Veronica Mars, and he wasn't sure he'd ever even seen her panic before. He sighed, growing slightly uncomfortable. He was finding that he he didn't really like to have his worthiest adversary on edge like this. It made for less interesting conversation.
“Veronica, what is going on here?” he asked, gentling his tone, trying not to spook her anymore than he already had. “Whatever it is, just tell me so we can get back to normal.”
It turned out that that was the wrong thing to say.
Veronica couldn't keep track of the thoughts spinning around in her mind. False explanations were whirling around with fantasies of kissing Lamb, combining to make a mess of her brain. He kept talking, but she couldn't hear most of what he said.
Until she caught the word “normal” and finally lost what was left of her mind.
“Normal?!” she shouted. “There's nothing normal about this! I'm going insane, and I don't know how to stop! Something horrible is happening to me, and I can't figure out what to do! All I want is for you to-” she broke off, her brain finally catching up to her mouth.
Lamb watched her, waiting to see if she'd continue. When she didn't, he sauntered closer to her, an unreadable expression on his face.
“All you want is for me to what, Veronica? Fuck up on the job while you're watching so you can end my career? Arrest the wrong person and make an ass out of my-”
“No!” she interrupted. “That's not what I want.”
“Then what do you want? Because you're not making any sense, and I'm tired of this conversation. So let's just cut to the chase. Why. Are. You. Stalking. Me?”
He was only inches from her now, his eyes glittering as he looked down at her. Reason was slipping away from her, faster than she could hold on to it. Without thinking, without meaning to, her hands reached up and fisted themselves in his black tee shirt and she found herself pulling him closer to her, until their bodies were touching.
He didn't say anything, just stared at her, obviously confused.
Her hands continued their rebellion, pulling him down to her level. He went without protest. The insanity must have been spreading, because when she reached her arm up and slid her hand in his hair, bringing his mouth down to meet hers, he didn't jerk away, or shove her from him. He just started kissing her back.
His mouth was hot. He didn't kiss like he had in her dreams, all gentle tongue and soft nibbles. That wasn't Sheriff Don Lamb. No, his kisses were hard, lips forcing her mouth open, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, assaulting her senses, sending her into a tailspin of pleasure and confusion.
Depending on how she looked at it, things were either getting really good, or really bad.
Lamb wasn't sure what Veronica's game was, but for right now, he didn't really care. He had his arms around her, his tongue in her mouth, and that perfect body pressed up against him was sending shock waves into the small part of his brain that was still functioning.
He continued his assault on her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. He slid his hands up, into her hair, grazing over the patch where her head had been shaved, causing him to tighten his fingers in her tresses, holding her closer as he worked his mouth over hers.
She responded like she was on fire, pushing closer and closer to him, pressing her body against his, rubbing against what was turning into a record breaking hard-on. He moved his right hand from her head and followed her spine down to where her jeans gaped open in the back, sliding it into the small space, until he was grasping her ass through the silk of her panties.
He knew he was living on borrowed time, that any second now Veronica would return to her senses, shove him away and treat him to one of her wicked tongue lashings. He was determined to make the most of what time he had though, so he pressed his advantage, and just pulled her closer.
She couldn't think. Veronica's world had narrowed to two things: Lamb's mouth and hands. She'd never had feelings like this before, hot, sweaty feelings that were threatening to take her over.
Finally, she tried to pull her mind back and shoved him away from her. He moved a few precious inches back, allowing her to regain a little of her equilibrium. Lamb didn't say anything, he just stared at her with lust-darkened eyes even as he sucked in air.
They stood there for a long moment, the only sound in the room their gasping breath, neither saying anything, or taking a step to get away from the other.
Lamb broke the moratorium by reaching out with one finger and brushed a lock of hair that his questing hands had loosed from her braid behind her ear. His finger trailed across her face lightly, landing on her bottom lip, gently soothing it. Her lips opened involuntarily and his digit slid into her mouth. She nipped it with her teeth, then soothed the sting with her tongue before sucking a little. His eyes closed in pleasure, and he took a steadying breath.
“Veronica,” he paused to take another deep breath. “If you want this to stop, then you need to leave now.”
Veronica stared up at him, unsure of what she wanted to do. He withdrew his finger and watched her, waiting for her decision. And maybe because there was no pressure from him, no attempt at coercion, it was that much easier to say, “Where's your bedroom, Deputy?”
His face was priceless.
As Lamb's brain tried desperately to process what was going on in his living room, his hands were already moving. He picked Veronica up and slung her over his shoulder. Not the most romantic position, but the most effective. She yelped and gave a few girly slaps on his back. He just smiled and patted her ass, continuing to walk toward the back of his house where his bedroom was situated.
Arriving there, he dropped her on the bed less gracefully than he would have liked, but Hell, he was Don Lamb, not Mikhail Baryshnikov. She looked at him in fury before rising to her knees on the mattress.
“Who in the Hell do you think you are-” she began, anger rising in her voice. He cut her off with his mouth, effectively stopping what would surely be an annoying conversation, before it began. He worked his was down her jaw line with his lips, sliding over the soft skin of her neck before settling in at her pulse point. He drew the skin into his mouth, sucking gently, eliciting a gasp from her. She fisted her hands into his tee shirt, and began to draw it off his body. He broke his contact with her neck to allow for it to be pulled over his head.
For a moment they just stared at each other, her still fully clothed, him on his way to being naked. Veronica reached up and smoothed her hands over his chest, sliding a finger over each of his nipples, driving them to hard points. He shuddered, and decided to keep things moving along before Veronica took over completely, as she was wont to do.
His chest was just so perfect. That was pretty much the only thought that was making its way through her brain at that moment. Perfectly smooth, ridges and hollows that were just begging for her mouth. Logan had had a great body, but it was the kind of body a young man had, the kind that still had a little filling out to do before it reached its full potential.
Lamb had reached his full potential. In fact, it looked as though he'd exceeded expectations.
He reached up and pulled her hand off of his amazing chest, linking their fingers. When she looked up at him questioningly, he spoke for the first time since they'd reached his room.
“I think maybe you're a little over-dressed.” He withdrew his hands from hers, then slid them under her top, pulling it off her body with no protest, leaving her clad only in a lacy white bra from the waist up. She instinctively crossed her arms, protecting herself from his scrutiny. He smirked a little at that, drawing her attention to the fact that when she was turned on, his smirk was sexy, not satanic as she'd always previously categorized it.
He pushed her gently, forcing her to lay down on the bed on her back. He looked her over for a long moment, then reached down and stripped her jeans off of her, pausing for a millisecond to relieve her of her shoes. He crawled up the length of her body to stare in her eyes before lowering his head and capturing her lips in a long kiss that raised the temperature of the room by several degrees.
She snaked her arm around him and tangled her fingers in his hair, arching against his body. He chuckled against her mouth darkly, then began to move down, brushing his lips softly across her neck, making his way to her lace covered breasts.
He captured one cloth covered nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly, sending heat spiraling down through Veronica's body, landing in her center.
He mouthed his way down her stomach, getting closer and closer to the line of her panties with every second.
She sat up suddenly, causing Lamb to back up, surprised.
“I want you naked,” she rasped out hoarsely. He looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye then stood by the side of the bed.
He popped the button on his jeans. He pulled the zipper down, slowly revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Veronica's mouth dried up at the sight of the bronzed skin that was being exposed to her hungry gaze. He pushed the jeans completely off and stood in front of her, not moving, just watching her watch him.
She reached out and trailed a finger down the center of his chest, down his stomach to his hard cock, running her finger down the large vein that pulsed there before capturing his hardness with her hand. He moaned, wrapping his much larger hand around her small one, tightening her grip around him before sliding their two hands up and down the length of his throbbing erection.
His hand fell away as she worked him, looking back and forth between his face and his cock, learning from his face what he liked best. She continued stroking him for a while, pulling moans from his throat before leaning down and capturing the few drops that had gathered on the head of his cock with her tongue.
Oh God, if she didn't stop this, he was going to come all over the place before ever having been inside Veronica Mars. The thought propelled him into action, and he pulled her away from him. She looked up at him and smiled a misleading smile that spoke of innocence; he actually laughed.
She didn't have time to be offended though, because he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, pushing her back down on the bed, then pulling her panties off.
She gasped out his name. “Wha-”
He reached into the bedside table, fumbling for the box of condoms he kept there, unused for months. He retrieved one with a triumphant smile, and ripped it open with his teeth. After snapping it on, he lowered himself on top of her, and looked into her eyes.
Giving her one last chance to change her mind, even though it would kill him to stop now, he whispered, “Ready?”
She nodded nervously, and Lamb closed his eyes in relief then plunged in. He eyes shot wide open again when he was grasped by warm wet heat, pulling him into the tightest, most welcoming place he'd ever been. He met her eyes, which were wide with pleasure, and they stared at each other as he thrust in and out, trying to go slowly, working in a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him, and he groaned as she pulled him in closer to her, deeper into her heat.
Veronica arched against him, and clawed at his back, mewling sounds coming from her throat. He began to move faster, unable to stop himself. She grew wild beneath him, shaking and moaning, fisting one hand in his hair as he thrust harder and faster.
Suddenly, she broke, her muscles contracting around him, a scream escaping her throat. The rhythmic tightening around his cock was too much, and Lamb thrust one last time, coming harder than he ever had in his life, a rash of swear words making their way out of his mouth.
He collapsed on top of her, unable to hold himself up any longer as the strength went out of his body. Eventually, he gathered himself enough to roll off of her and lay on his back next to her, staring at the ceiling.
After long moments of them not speaking, the silence only broken by their gasping breaths, he turned to look at Veronica.
“Is this why you've been following me for the past month?”
Veronica turned her head to look back at him and realized she had two choices. She could come clean and tell him the truth, or she could try and distract him. The problem with distracting him was that, even though it would be more enjoyable, an hour from now they'd be right back where they were to start with, him asking her what was going on, and her trying to stall.
So she just answered, “Yes,” and decided to make it clear that she wasn't done with him yet.
He didn't seem to mind.