Title: "Familiarity Breeds"
Author: monimala
Rating/Classification: AC for language, implied sexual situations. V/Weevil (with V/Lamb implied), 300 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Summary: 5th in the Loserverse, following "Notch," "Double Exposure," "Terms of Endearment," and "Continental Breakfast." Set during the summer after S2.
Veronica comes into Angel's for a tune-up a week after he gets sprung. No "hello"s, no "how ya been"s. No apologies for leaving him in the cooler, no apparent regrets for walking away.
He lets her unbutton his coveralls anyway.
Her hair is longer, whiter, and she bleeds peroxide blond through his fingers as he yanks her head back and kisses her. She tastes like glass. No, like crystal. Like Lilly. Like Logan. Like Them. And he eats it up because he's been living on a diet of Easy Mac and Ramen for too damn long and he's missed this…her little moans and the way her hand closes around his cock.
"Why are you here, huh?" he wonders, laying her out on the still-warm hood of the LeBaron, palms flat against her thighs. "Why are you slummin' again?"
A single tear spills down her cheek. He'd think it was calculated if he didn't know her… if he didn't know what she looks like when she's being totally honest. If he didn't know that Lamb can make her come her brains out and he can make her laugh.
She gasps, "I want to remember…I need to remember…"
She looks at him and under all that paint and dye and 09-er bullshit, he sees the girl who would do anything for a friend. *Anything*. She's gorgeous and he still loves her, still wants her even though he's fucking crazy for letting her in. "No, Baby," he sighs against her skin. "You need to forget."
***
Weevil's hands are rough and there's grease under his nails but she doesn't care. She wraps her legs around his hips, clicks her heels together, and goes back to where everything is black and white.
Where it's not love.
It's just…
"Eli…"
And the world she knows.
--end--
July 3, 2006.