15 what would happen if I kissed you now?
58 do I make you nervous?
I remember you mentioning you had something for Veronica Mars x Don Lamb, but until that day, can we please get something with these two prompts??
"Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you draw near," Veronica Mars sang from behind his desk.
Sheriff Don Lamb stopped in his tracks, annoyed beyond measure at the sight of the petite, singing blonde.
"Well, hello to you too, Deputy Lamb," Veronica sing-songed at him, lifting those wicked baby-blues to twinkle at him not-so-innocently.
"Out of my chair," he commanded, clicking his fingers and pointing her away from where she'd parked her tiny behind.
"Awww, but I like your chair," Veronica pouted up at him when he moved to loom over her, all too willing to dump her out of the chair and onto the floor if she didn't move her ass fast enough.
"Out of my chair, and out of my office, Mars. I'm all stocked up on Girl Scout cookies this year."
He was proud of the singer for all of two seconds even as she rose and purposely pressed herself against his front under the ruse of vacating his seat. Lamb swallowed thickly because damn her, she was the most annoying creature on the planet, but also one of the hottest.
"Hi," she smirked up at him, leaning into his space.
"Move your ass, Mars," he growled at her.
"Why?" she purred. "Do I make you nervous?"
Lamb scoffed because, hell yes, she made him nervous. She was a firecracker on a good day and jailbait on all the others.
"I do, don't I?" Veronica practically preened. "Mmm, I wonder what would happen if I were to kiss you right now..."
"You'd find yourself in handcuffs."
"Oooh," she pretended to wince. "Kinky. Didn't know you had it in you, deputy."
"What do you want, Veronica?" he huffed after shoving her away around the far side of the desk and claiming his chair for himself.
"Just thought I'd pop in, say hi," she grinned.
"Been raiding the evidence room again, have we?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Or have you got another crime to absolve yourself of by lurking in my office?"
"I'd hate to be a one-trick pony," she clicked her tongue. "No, I just wanted to see what headway, if any, you'd made on the bus-crash case."
Of course she did. Lamb had it on pretty good authority that Veronica had been supposed to be on the bus the day it'd gone over that cliff, and one of her friends was still barely clinging to life in the hospital after surviving it. She wanted answers, and he didn't blame her, but he wouldn't share them even if he had any for her.
"The day I start sharing my case notes with you, Veronica, will be when I turn over my Sheriff's badge."
She very politely didn't point out the few times they'd worked together on cases to take down scumbags too big for her to handle all on her own while she ran around playing Nancy Drew. Lamb flicked his eyes pointedly toward the open door to his office, dismissing her. Veronica scoffed but took the hint.
"One of these days, Deputy," she murmured.
"It's Sheriff," he corrected.
She sauntered out of his office, and he knew he needed therapy when his gaze trailed to her backside to watch her as she walked away.
It took him almost three days to notice the new dragonfly in amber paperweight sitting innocuously on his desk, fitted with a tiny listening device. It was a bug. Literally.
Don Lamb hated Veronica Mars!
