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- 1-An Unexpected Turn Of Events
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TITLE: A Strange Turn Of Events
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 of 2
FANDOM: Veronica Mars
SHIP: Veronica / Eli (Weevil)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Not particularly
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: It looks like Veronica has fallen for the leader of the pack, just like in the song.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Veronica Mars. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize beforehand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER TWO
“Take your jacket off.” He instructed and her hands moved to comply without her conscious consent as his hands found her hips while he sat down on the edge of his bed. She let her denim jacket fall to the floor as he parted his legs and drew her between them. “Now kick off your shoes.” He told her and his strong hands on her hips steadied her as she did as she was bid.
“Just relax and go with it, Vee.” He suggested as she tensed when his hands slid back onto her ass and his lips found the skin between the waistband of her jeans and the hem of her t-shirt. Her belly quivered and her eyelids fluttered as he sucked at her skin and his wet, warm tongue explored her bellybutton while his hands massaged her ass. She had the feeling he was waiting for something.
No one’s ever going to know?” She asked softly, in part for him to confirm and in part to reassure herself and he nodded slowly, but resolutely.
“Okay.” She consented verbally and with a nod, and after taking a deep breath she reached for the hem of her t-shirt and the camisole she wore underneath it and pulled it up and off over her head. She held onto the garments for a moment and then opened her hand to let it join her jacket on the floor. The air felt cool against her heated skin, but only until she looked down to find him looking up at her breasts and the look in his eyes made her skin flare with renewed heat.
He got back to his feet and his breath painted a trail up along her front while his fingers slid up her back. “Damn.” He dragged out the word to make it an outrageous compliment as his hands came around, tickling her ribs for a moment before he almost reverently cupped her naked breasts. “You’ve been holding out on me Mars.” He told her in an awed voice that kind of made her feel bolder and stilled a few of the butterflies in her stomach, which immediately revved back up as he fondled the globes of her breasts while his thumbs found the taut, sensitive, light brown nipples.
Her breath shuddered as sparks of sensation radiated into her chest and she found herself arching into his hands as he fondled her breasts and his thumbs rolled her taut nipples sending more delicious sparks shooting into her chest. Her hands clenched and relaxed at her sides as some part of her still fought the spikes of arousal that were rippling through her.
“Kiss me again.” She demanded breathlessly, needing something more to push her over the edge, yet not able to tell him directly to go further than they already had.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He acknowledged in a breathy, slightly irritatingly amused tone, but she still leaned forward as he did, but his head suddenly dipped sharply and then she gasped as his lips swooped down and his hand lifted her breast to deliver her nipple to his mouth. Liquid heat surrounded her swollen, sensitive nub and then was followed by sharp, wet, sucking pressure that drew an electric line from her chest to the core of her loins to make her clench and twist to wring out a fresh flood of hot lubrication.
Veronica moaned as he sucked again, renewing the electric lash with the added nuance of his tongue rasping over her sensitized flesh. She ran her hand over the smooth curve of his bald head and down to where it met the back of his neck and pulled him tighter to her breast. Her saliva-coated nipple tingled in the cool air as he resisted her hand and transferred his suckling mouth and lashing tongue to its twin making her eyes flutter.
Strong hands grasped her hips and Weevil slowly turned her while his lips left her breast, fighting her grasp until he met and captured her lips in a hungry kiss and she was between him and his bed as she returned his kiss. He curled his arm around the small of her back and leaned forward, bowing her over it and the bed. She lost her balance as he continued to lean her over and she instinctively clutched at his shoulder to regain it, but then relaxed when his strong arm supported her and lowered her gently to the bed. Veronica bit her lower lip for a moment and then scooted back and turned she was lying on the bed proper, but he didn’t follow her.
He straightened up and remained standing at the side of the bed starring down at her. The way he looked at her made her squirm, unsure whether she wanted to try to cover herself or stretch out to give him a better view. He somehow managed to continue staring as he kicked off his boots and hopped from one foot to the other as he shed his socks.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take off your pants, but leave your panties right where they are. I’m taking those off myself.” He instructed in a low growl that fell just short of a command. A tone like that at any other time would have made her hackles rise and had sharp words ripping from her mouth, but instead she groaned softly at the clenching twist at her core and the slippery, hot wetness that followed. She undid the buttons of her jeans, but got no further as she felt her jaw go lax and she couldn’t stop herself from starring as Weevils’ pants and boxers hit the floor.
She knew he had a smug grin on his face without looking, but she didn’t care as she studied her first live male member with rapt attention. He was thick and long and his pointed shaft rose proudly erect and slightly curved from a nest of dark curls that also covered a set of heavy gonads. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lower lip that felt hot and dry as she unconsciously moved closer to the side of the bed. He stepped closer until his legs pressed against the bed and before she realized what she was doing she reached forward and wrapped her hand around him.
Her eyes flicked up to his for a moment when he groaned and she felt him twitch against her fingers. He was warm and she could feel the beat of his heart through the velvet of his skin as she slowly explored his length and girth. The sensation was impossible under her touch. He was somehow both incredibly soft and rock hard at the same time while virile life pulsed through him and, somehow, into her to be mirrored at her core.
She stroked him with awed, rapt attention, cataloguing the feel of him and the way he reacted to her explorations. The way he twitched, the sounds he made and the slow pump of his hips translated in her minds’ eye to what was now inevitably where they were leading to. She was so focused she jumped with surprise when he gripped her wrist hard to still her hand.
“Enough, Veronica. Ain’t no way this is just going to end in a hand job. That ain’t close to what I got planned for you.” He told her and she couldn’t quite figure out if he was making a threat or a promise, but she did peel her fingers off him. She had shifted onto her side while stroking him and he kept his hold on her wrist to maneuver her back onto her back and this time he joined her on the bed. His grip relaxed, but it held her arm just above her head as he pressed against the side of the body and then leaned down to capture her lips.
His kiss was intense, but short as he broke it just as she started to return it in earnest. Her head lifted to follow his lips, but then dropped back as he lowered his head once more to kiss his way down her neck. His hand left her wrist and traced its way down her arm. His fingertips caressed her skin as he cupped the lower curve of her breast before fondling it and letting his thumb lightly roll her taut nipple. Her back arched off the bed to press her breast into his hand and her throat against his lips with a little moan. She was starting to enjoy her reactions and the way her body was bypassing her brain.
His lips and tongue left a trail of warm, wet blooms down her body. He took the time to capture each of her nipples in turn, sucking hard and making her back arch off his bed with soft gasps and breathy moans. His tongue explored the valley of her cleavage before he continued lower. His lips left ticklish butterfly kisses on the skin over her ribs, alternating left and then right while his hands caressed the outside and the inside of her thighs, his fingertips just skirting her swollen sex.
Her belly shivered and her breath shuddered from her lips as he dipped his tongue slowly and deliberately into her navel and then sucked lightly at the skin around it while at the same time his thumb just grazed its way up the length of her slit. Her hips jerked and his hand tightened to hold her in place as his thumb delved deeper between her folds. His breath heated the skin under her pubes as his mouth passed over it and then past and present merged as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. She moaned as his tongues slithered through her swollen folds and unfamiliar, but exciting sensations followed it.
Her body tensed and arched and twisted and writhed as he gave her pleasure unlike anything she had felt before, even at her own hand. It should have been weird, the situation, the circumstances and the person she was with. It should all be wrong, but it felt so goddamn good. A soft cry shot from her lips when his mouth found her exposed clit and the electric charge amped up another notch.
Veronica was panting raggedly, eyelids fluttering as she marshaled her trembling body and used her arm to prop herself up so that she could reach his smooth, bald head. She didn’t know if she was going to pull his head closer or push it away as the pleasure he gave her made her feel surreal and out of control. She ended up running her hand back and forth over the smooth curve, adding the tactile sensation to the ones he was creating as he lapped, sucked, probed and even lightly nipped at her intimate flesh with wet sounds of enjoyment.
When he raised his head, she was surprised that he had to fight the resistance of her hand at the back of his head. Her center pulsed and she let go and dropped back onto the bed as the sexual energy he had been creating waned in its intensity, but it’s echoes remained, an ember waiting to be stoked back into flame. His lips, chin and cheeks glistened with her juices and she watched as his licked his lips and then used his fingers to collect the rest and sucked them clean with relish.
“You taste good, Mars.” He complimented her with a direct look as she lolled on his bed, her body humming with need and the anticipation of what was still to come. She watched almost mesmerized as he rose to his knees between her legs, his erection proud and hard against his flat abdomen. He leaned over and reached down, searching blindly for something before straightening and holding up the square, foil package of a condom.
She licked her lips nervously as he paused, holding the sealed contraceptive between them, his head tilted in a silent appeal for permission. Weevil was confusing her beyond the pleasure he had already shown her, he was the epitome of the bad boy tough guy and he had manipulated her into this situation, yet he also seemed to be giving her every out despite his upper hand. But, she had gone too far and invested too much of herself and to be honest with herself, she was aroused as all hell and in a way she had not experienced before and she wanted him to keep going because she knew there was more.
She nodded slowly and the way he smiled in response made her pulse quicken and her sex flex. He ripped the foil package open with his teeth and extricated its contents before tossing it aside. He unrolled the prophylactic onto himself and then looked at her expectantly. She spread her legs just a little wider and he flashed her that hungry, smug smile of his as he moved forward and over her between them.
He drew a little sound from her throat as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to first one and then the other of her taut, tingling nipples before he settled his weight on one of his forearms and his mouth hovered over hers. Veronica gasped softly against the wash of his breath as she felt the pointed tip of his cock make contact with and then slide through her dewy petals in search of her entrance. His eyes went heavy lidded for a moment and then opened so that he was looking directly into her eyes. His tongue peeked out and brushed lightly across her lips as her breath caught and her eyes widened as he found her entrance and nudged ever so slightly forward to wedge himself in place. She could feel the strong beat of his heart through his sex and into her as they remained poised like that.
“Don’t forget to breathe, Vee.” He instructed softly which she didn’t understand until his hips moved forward. She sucked in a sharp breath and it caught while her body tensed and arched up against his as he stretched and filled her and her sex clenched in instinctive resistance despite which he continued to forge a fiery path of friction to her center. Her chest shuddered, but she didn’t take or release the breath stuck in her lungs as her body tried to process the strange mixture of discomfort and pleasure and adjust.
“Breathe.” He whispered with a groan as he slowly circled his hips to grind against her and stirred her molten, roiling core with his hard, hot, throbbing masculinity. Air rocketed out of her and then she sucked some back in. She repeated the process as her spine relaxed and she settled back onto the bed with a soft, throaty moan. Her mind had no recollection, but her body seemed to find the sensation of being filled by another familiar as her sex flexed, twisted and flooded around him.
“Oh, Baby, you feel so good.” He whispered down to her with so much complementary heat in his tone that she didn’t even care that he called her Baby. He leaned down and lowered his lips to hers. She kissed him back, slow and probing as he ran his hand down along her body until he reached the back of her thigh. His hand caressed her skin and then flexed to gently urge her leg up. The other followed without his assistance and she curled her legs around him and opened herself up further to him as he started to rock his hips and take shallow strokes inside her.
She moaned into his mouth and clutched at his shoulder as her hips picked up his rhythm, moving to sync with his. Her body moved as if with a mind of its own, flexing and undulating to accept and ride his lengthening strokes. His lips left hers to trail along her jawline and down onto her neck. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her hard nipples scraped back and forth against the hard slabs of muscles as they moved together sending sparks into her heaving chest to join the surges and jolts from the greased slide and delicious clash of his sex with hers.
She gasped and he grunted when he thrust harder and her nails dug into his shoulder. He chuckled against her skin and then reached back and captured her wrist and then the other and pinned them to the mattress on either side of her head. One moment she was eagerly moving with him the next she was tensing as sudden, unreasoning panic struck and rapidly swelled. She stopped moving with him and started to struggle against him with growing fervor and panic mewls of distress. His thrusts faltered and stopped as tried to restrain her.
“What the hell, Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. Open your goddamn eyes, Girl and stop it before you hurt yourself. Veronica! Veronica! Dammit.” He thundered above her as she bucked and twisted underneath him. His words landed and seemed to bounce off the panic, only intensifying her unreasoning panic and struggles.
“Veronica, please, stop.” He pleaded with concern and it was his tone more than the words themselves that worked its way through the wall of panic and she stilled, panting hard. She realized her eyes were screwed shut as his earlier words finally registered and she blinked them open as he released her wrists. His face remained blurry with unshed tears and she blinked again to clear them. Her mind might have been a blank about what had happened that night at Duncan’s party, but it seemed her body definitely remembered. She started as he wiped away the tears of the curve of her cheeks with the ball of his thumb. The movement made her aware that he was still inside her as he shifted through her intimate flesh with a jolt of sensation.
“Hey, Girl. What just happened? Did… Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to. You seemed into it and… I’m sorry if I did. We don’t... I shouldn’t have… We’ll stop… You can take the laptop and go… I… I’m sorry.” He haltingly apologized with a confused, shocked and concerned expression on his face. He started to withdraw from her and she tightened and locked her legs around him as she shook her head and took a deep shuddering breath.
“No… No, you weren’t hurting me. I… I guess I just… Just freaked out… I… I can’t explain it, but… But, I didn’t mean… I… I don’t… Don’t want to stop… I was into it. It felt good. Could… Could we just start off slow again and maybe… Maybe if you didn’t… Didn’t hold me down like that again?” She tried to explain without giving away the reason for her bizarre reaction. She realized that she wanted to continue her first real sexual experience, that it was good, freak out not-withstanding, she needed to, that it was the best way to claim back what had been stolen from her. Also, she realized that Weevil was good at this and that she was benefiting from his experience.
“I can do that. We can do whatever you want, Veronica.” He told her quietly and slowly started to rock his hips again. She was seeing a whole different side of Eli Navarro and she kind of liked it as messed up as the whole situation was. His lips found hers for a gentle kiss. She moaned softly as he started to move and she moved with him again and they gradually found the rhythm they had achieved before. His hand gently cradled the top of her head and helped brace her against the impact of his pelvis with hers.
Her breathing sped up, becoming short and shallow as the friction of his passage in and out of her created a pool of pulsing sexual energy and growing tension at her core. Pleasure ebbed and flowed, but remained a constant that rippled along her nerves and made her blood sing. Her skin blazed as it slid against his, absorbing and reflecting his and a slick layer of perspiration soon lubricated their shifting contact. His tanned skin glistened with it, making his tattoos even more indistinct as they shifted with the flex of his muscles. Little puffs of delighted sound exploded from her lips as when he started to thrust harder and faster she matched him stroke for stroke.
“Oh yeah.” He rumbled as drew her legs up higher and also clutched at the hard curve of his tensed ass to encourage him to thrust harder and faster. His mouth captured hers for short, sharp, nipping, sucking kisses which barely had the time or co-ordination to return before moving on to nip or suck at whatever part of her he could reach. His hand found the globe of her breasts and squeezed and massaged it before finding her stiff, tingling nipple. She gasped when he pinched and stretched the sensitive nub and sent a whiplash of sensation into her chest that had a live wired connection to her core that made her constrict and twist around his diving shaft.
Her body tensed and relaxed with his wonderful advance and retreat as her climax built sending quivering waves into her flat belly and electric surges along her tingling nerves. She was definitely getting the whole teenage fascination with sex as everything else fell away and she was lost in the sensation. He grunted and growled as he strained above her and the animal sounds spoke to something deep and appealing inside her, adding to her arousal and excitement. Someone was moaning and whining, and she was shocked to realize that the sounds were coming from her as she pushed to the point of sensory overload.
Time stuttered and then froze for a moment as she teetered on the brink of an orgasm to which the build-up had been like nothing she had ever consciously experienced before, and then, her world exploded into a million dazzling pieces. A scream of bliss rocketed from her lips along with the air in her lungs. Her head snapped back and pressed into the bed and her body curved up against his, her spine becoming a taut, vibrating bow while her sex simultaneously locked, twisted and flooded around the latex-clad steel of his manhood.
Electric tendrils lashed out carrying bliss and delight on powerful surges that made her twitch and quiver as her muscles misfired. Her eyes were so wide open with the shocking onslaught of pleasure that they were sightless. Her racing heart hammered in her chest and matched the pounding beat of her blood in her ears as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rampaged through her. The delight was so intense, the bliss so powerful that the pleasure bordered on pain as strained nerves struggled to channel it all
He bucked through her clenched channel with a heavy grunt that became a strangled roar and a series of short sharp thrusts. His back pushing against the grip of her hand and her sex rippled around his expanding and shaft, and if she had been capable of conscious thought, she would have realized he was joining her in climax. As, it was, the added stimulus just kicked off another deliciously torturous flood of sensation through her and drew another strangled cry from her.
Time and pretty much everything else lost meaning as her body shuddered under the influence of her climax while she gasped for air that seemed to refuse to stay in her lungs. Her muscles relaxed by slow degrees as the intensity of her orgasm finally started to wane and she collapsed back to the bed. They groaned together as he followed and his weight settled on top of her. His breath shifted her hair and tickled the side of his neck as she lay limp and spent beneath him, floating in the aftermath of sensory overload and luxuriated in his warm, solid and strangely comfortable weight. She should have felt pinned down and trapped, but instead she welcomed the anchor in her now topsy-turvy world as she tried to process what they had done and how she felt about it. They stayed like that for a while, cooling and catching their collective breaths.
He lifted his head and gave her a soft, satisfied smile before his lips caught her lower one for a gentle sucking kiss that drew a soft moan from her. She nipped at his lip as he pulled back and then they both groaned as he withdrew from her and her slicked-up channel flexed and twisted to hold him in place without success. He swooped down and planted a sucking kiss to her left nipple before he shifted out from between her legs and rolled onto his back next to her.
Veronica’s limbs were heavy with exertion and satiation, but her thighs still came and rubbed together as a way to compensate for the sense of emptiness and loss his withdrawal left behind. She blinked as she watched him remove the condom and knot its open end with practiced ease before dropping it out of sight next to the bed. Her gaze came to rest on his member, now nestling limp and spent on the dark curls of his pubes. She moaned softly as her sex clenched and twisted as she remembered its previous state and what it had done to her. She flung a forearm across her eyes to hide the sight because neither her eyes nor her head seemed inclined to obey her command to look away.
“You okay?” He asked quietly as he gently drew her arm away from her face. She stared up at his cracked ceiling as she contemplated his question and took stock of her body. She could still feel the echo of him inside her and she was a little sore, not hurt or in pain, just feeling the strain of exertion like she had been stuck in gym class for the entire day. Physically she felt okay, better than when she had woken up after the party at Duncan’s house. Emotionally, the jury was still out, but she was leaning towards being able to deal with her decisions.
“I’m… I’m okay.” She gave him the answer as she found the truth of it, a little startled, but happy and returned the smile he was giving her.
“That’s good, because you look more than okay to me.” He informed her with just a hint of a leer that made her suddenly aware of her nudity. She felt her cheeks heat with a blush of self-conscious embarrassment. She looked around, and finding her clothes well out of reach scrabbled at the sheets to gather enough of them to cover herself gaining her an amused chuckle from him.
“I… I should get, errr, going.” She told him pulling the sheets tighter around her. The way he looked at her fanned the ember of arousal that still remained inside her, but also made her nervous all over again. She ducked her eyes away from his.
“Naagh, I think you should stay. You and me can have some more fun. I think you’d like that, I know I sure would.” He countered giving her a heavy-lidded speculative look and a lazy smile that spoke volumes. Veronica swallowed to wet her throat as her body started to react to his words and tone.
‘No… No… I… I should get going.” She persevered, forcing herself to remain still instead of squirming as things low and deep inside her tightened and a fresh flush of hot, slippery cream streamed from her core. And, a treacherous voice urged her to take him up on his offer. His eyes narrowed and he slightly tilted his head as he searched her face and the silence stretched thin between them before he shrugged.
“Have it your way, Mars. You don’t know what you’re missing. The bathroom’s through there.” He told her nodding to a door she hadn’t noticed when she had entered his humble home while she sat up and he laced his fingers behind his head and remained reclining casually naked on his bed. She rolled her eyes at him, his arrogance a spur for her to overcome her suddenly awakened libido. She got up and gathered the sheet around her and started to collect her clothes, feeling his eyes following her like a physical touch all the while.
It took effort, but she ignored him and gathered up her things and went to the bathroom. She looked back at him only once before she shut the bathroom door. It was small, and old, but surprisingly clean and tidy. She considered taking a shower for a moment, but she wanted to leave and get home as soon as possible. She donned her underwear and her jeans, feeling uncomfortable as her skin held a residual echo of the hypersensitivity she had felt. She ran some cold water and splashed it into her face a few times.
Veronica froze as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror above the basin. Besides the water on her face and some damp hair, she couldn’t see any difference. She thought there should be a difference. She grabbed a towel and dried her face and chest and then put on the rest of her clothes. She straightened her clothes and then her shoulders as she stood in front of the mirror.
“There should be a difference.” She almost accused her reflection before took a deep breath and turned to leave the bathroom. He wasn’t on the bed when she stepped out. She stifled a sigh of relief when she found him leaning with folded arms against the back of the sofa in his jeans and a white, wife beater vest. He held up her bag and the laptop as she walked towards him. He handed over her bag, but held onto the computer as he pushed off the back of the sofa and led the way to his door. He unlocked it and opened it a crack before turning to face her.
“Sure I can’t convince you to stay?” He enquired and she shook her head, not quite ready to trust her voice. He sighed and shrugged before holding out the laptop to her. She took it, but he continued to hold on to it too. He looked at her shrewdly and seemed to want to ask her something and she dreaded that it was about her not so little freak-out. She so did not want to have to explain that, but he shook his head instead.
“Them silly little freshmen who took it had no idea what they were doing. They just saw an opportunity and took it, literally. Your cheerleader left her locker unlocked. They didn’t and don’t know what’s on it and they definitely won’t be telling anyone what they did.” He told her with a nasty grin that made her sure she didn’t want to know what he had done to or threatened to do to the thieves before relinquishing the computer to her.
“Ummmmmm, Weevil… Eli, thanks.” She told him shyly, not quite able to hold his gaze and then hesitantly held up the computer between them as if she needed to qualify what she was thanking him for. His answering smile was more smug and knowing than amused.
“Anytime, Mars. It was most definitely my pleasure. And, I mean it, Veronica… Any… Time.” He responded putting all sorts of meaning in stretching out the last word and she felt her cheeks start to heat along with other things lower down.
“I’ve got to go.” She told him in a rush of words and started to squeeze out the door before he had much of a chance to step aside or open the door further.
“You have a good night now.” He called after her, silhouetted in his doorway and his words and a dark chuckle followed her out into the night.
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