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Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
helsinkibabyTitle: Risk vs Reward
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica/Weevil
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
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writers_choice challenge “ground” Didn't I say I didn't want/need another new fandom? *sighs*
It’s been a long time since Veronica’s been worried about being grounded. Certainly not since she turned eighteen, not even before that. Not that she was any sort of angel, but the relationship between her and her father was based on trust, and by and large, she didn’t abuse that trust.
She tells herself that she’s not doing that now, that her father has never made any rules to cover this.
It doesn’t quite ring true though, because she knows if her father could see her now – leaning back against Weevil’s motorcycle, his leather jacket around her shoulders, his arms around her waist, his lips moulded to hers – he’d ground her in a heartbeat, eighteen or not.
Ground her? Hell, he’s more likely to send her to a convent and Weevil to meet his maker.
But when Weevil presses himself closer against her, breaks from kissing her to whisper something in soft Spanish in her ear before kissing her again, she pushes all thoughts of her father and possible carnage far, far away.
Because this? Is totally worth it.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica/Weevil
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Notes: For the
writers_choice challenge “ground” Didn't I say I didn't want/need another new fandom? *sighs*It’s been a long time since Veronica’s been worried about being grounded. Certainly not since she turned eighteen, not even before that. Not that she was any sort of angel, but the relationship between her and her father was based on trust, and by and large, she didn’t abuse that trust.
She tells herself that she’s not doing that now, that her father has never made any rules to cover this.
It doesn’t quite ring true though, because she knows if her father could see her now – leaning back against Weevil’s motorcycle, his leather jacket around her shoulders, his arms around her waist, his lips moulded to hers – he’d ground her in a heartbeat, eighteen or not.
Ground her? Hell, he’s more likely to send her to a convent and Weevil to meet his maker.
But when Weevil presses himself closer against her, breaks from kissing her to whisper something in soft Spanish in her ear before kissing her again, she pushes all thoughts of her father and possible carnage far, far away.
Because this? Is totally worth it.
