Title: Three Wishes – Chapter 5
Author: Laiq
Pairing/Character: Weevil / Veronica
Word Count: 1764
Rating: N-17
Summary: Veronica gets to rub a lamp, and make three wishes…
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers up to Episode 2x04 / Sexual Situations Warning
Chapters: 5/?
Previous chapters can be found here or at the weever fanfic archive





They sit in near silence eating their food, occasionally looking up at each other with coy smiles, unsure of how to deal with this homely moment. The plates begin to empty and eventually Veronica tires of sitting in silence. She manages to slip off her boot undetected under the table. She slides her foot over the expanse of space towards Weevil’s chair, and gently starts to rub her foot up and down his lower leg.

Weevil raises his head to catch Veronica’s smile, innuendo and desire written all over his features, while Veronica attempts to keep her own face a picture of innocence.

Weevil licks his lips, and concentrates his eyes on her lips, letting images of kissing them flit across his imagination, as Veronica’s foot continues to gentle caress his calf. The tension rises between the couple, as still the silence increases, but the desire for each other is quickly overcoming the need to continue eating.

Without warning Weevil grabs Veronica’s foot, and runs his fingers up and down her leg teasing, and gently stroking letting Veronica know just how much her small action has affected him.

The remaining food on the table is forgotten, as Weevil guides Veronica over to the couch. She slowly lowers her to the couch but instead of sitting next to her, as she expects, he lowers himself to the floor, and begins to remove her other boot. The footwear is soon discarded, and Weevil rises again and settles himself behind Veronica, pulling her into the crevice made by his legs and cradling her tightly in his arms.

She snuggles herself into him, enjoying the extensive body contact. She slowly starts to drag her fingernails along Weevil’s exposed forearms, unable to express in any other way just how much this contact is turning her on.

At the feel of nails dragging along his skin Weevil is unable to do anything but moan into Veronica’s hair. His lips finally seek contact along her neck, nibbling and sucking as she continues to gently scratch his arms; her fingers slowing as Weevils lips pull her own moans into existence.

Suddenly the tension breaks.

Veronica turns in his arms, and pushes him back on the couch, straddled on top of him, and defiantly in charge. Her lips seek out his, as her hands waste no time, in seeking out the rippling chest under his shirt. Her passion creates a frenzy that Veronica has never known before, her hands cannot touch him fast enough, and she is so lost in his kisses that she doubts anything else exists outside of this moment.

His shirt and wife beater land haphazardly on the floor, as Veronica’s fingers and lips continue to explore his torso. Her eyes darken at the sight of his exposed chest, her tongue experimentally flicking across his nipple, drawing a sharp hiss from Eli. Veronica raises her head and catches Eli’s eye. He smirks at her momentarily, before pulling her back up to his lips. His own hands start roaming over her back, and soon find their way under the hem of her flimsy top. His fingers skim over her naked back, finding no hindering bra straps before digging into the soft skin as the passion of her kisses overwhelms him.

Pushing Veronica back for a moment, he starts to lift her own top over her head, his eyes drinking in every inch of milky white flesh that is exposed to him. As the top lands on the floor beside his own discarded clothing, he surges forward, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Veronica marvels at the sensation, as loud groans fall out of her mouth. With a final lick Weevil releases the nipple, and looks into Veronica’s eyes apologetically, aware that a lack of self control may well be his undoing. Her eyes are barely able to meet his, the look of pure pleasure on her face only increases Weevil’s own desires and passions.

“You’re beautiful” he states, pushing her head down to meet his own, tussling and tangling with her as they continue to kiss. His hands lower over her ass and he finally gives in and takes hold, carefully grinding his own erection into her pelvis as he kneads her butt.

Weevil feels himself begin to emotionally come undone as he barely hears the words “Eli, I want you, I need you” being muttered into his neck. Veronica’s hand skims across his stomach and starts to pop the button at the top of jeans, Weevil eventually wakes up to what is happening when he feels the zipper being lowered, and Veronica’s fingers start to slip inside his jeans. His hand shoots out, and grabs Veronica at the wrist, stilling her movements.

“We go any further baby and there will be no stopping, just wanted to give you a final chance to say no.” Weevil pants out the words, trying to reign in his lust As he says the he knows that it would all stop the moment Veronica said no.

Veronica doesn’t say a word, she forcefully pushes her hand further inside his trousers, unsurprised at the lack of underwear, and grabs hold of his pulsating shaft, enclosing her hand around it, and giving it a gentle tug. Looking into his eyes, she smiles seductively and whispers “I want you.”

Eli shudders at the sensation, unable to quench the growl in his chest. Suddenly Veronica finds herself being pulled of the couch, and led into a small bedroom. Candles cover the room, and the bed is covered in rose petals. A detail Veronica is hardly able to take in, before being pushed onto her back, with Eli tugging at her own jeans.

Veronica lifts her hips, as the jeans slide off easily, Weevils hands slowly caress her thighs, as he plants tiny butterfly kisses across her belly. Veronica’s breathing rapidly increases, as Weevil hooks his fingers into her thong, and slowly drags it from her legs. Suddenly she is very aware of the proximity of his face to her legs, and as his finger begins to delve into her folds, and flick gently across her clit, Veronica finds herself biting her lip to stop herself from crying out.

Veronica arches her back, completely losing herself to the sensations of Weevil exploring her, with fingers and tongue. She presses her fingers into the back of his head, as his tongue delves inside her, licking and thrusting. She feels herself come undone against his fingers, waves of pleasure completely washing over her whole body. Her voice keens in pleasure, unable to form a more coherent sound.

Weevil smugly grins, as he pulls himself up the bed to lie beside Veronica. He strokes her flushed skin, and nibbles gently at her neck, waiting. Finally Veronica feels composed again, and turns to the man lying at her side, her fingers flutter over his face, as she gently presses her lips to his, kissing him. Pulling back, Veronica looks directly into his eyes, conveying everything she feels within her body.

“Wow, that felt… Wow”.

The corners of Eli’s mouth quirk upwards, as he tries to stifle a self satisfied grin.

“But of course, we’re not finished yet.” Veronica’s fingers travel down Weevil’s torso, and into the jeans, that still sat on Weevils hips. Her fingers again clasp around his shaft, while she looks at Weevil, the cheeky glint back in her eye.

“I believe I wished for a ride on this big ole hog.”

Weevil tries desperately to hold back his chuckle, knowing that he wants nothing more than to be lowering himself into Veronica.

“And ride you will, Chica.” His voice is deeper and huskier than Veronica remembers, desire thrumming through his entire body.

His jeans quickly join hers on the floor, Weevil quickly fishing something out of the pocket before dropping them. Turning his back to Veronica he quickly rolls the condom onto his cock, as she leans forward kissing his muscled shoulders. Protection in place, Weevil turns back to Veronica, only to find himself being pushed back against the headboard. Veronica lifts her leg, and gently straddles Eli’s lap. She gentle positions Eli at her opening, and begins to lower herself on to him.

A stream of muttered incomprehensible Spanish comes flowing from Eli’s mouth, as he fights to keep composure, his fingers digging into her hips, stilling her movements for the moment. Slowly the pressure on her hips eases, and Veronica starts to move again. Eli opens his eyes, and watches Veronica’s face as she enjoys the sensations of having him pushed inside her.

Their movements start off slowly, gentle and heartbreaking. Every twitch of Eli’s cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through Veronica. The mewling noises she makes serving only to add to Eli’s gratification. Lust and desire building, as the speed of thrusts increase.

Eli can feel his orgasm building, he tries desperately to hold back, wanting to wait for the woman riding him to lose control, before he allows himself release. Veronica pulls him into a quick but passionate kiss.

“Now, I need you now Eli.” She pants, as she goes over the edge, clinging onto Eli’s arms to ground herself.

Eli feels her tighten around him, and lets himself go. Losing himself totally in the moment he calls out “Love You, V” as his orgasm rides out.

Moments later, the lovers lay together wrapped in each others arms, breaths finally stilling and becoming normal.

“Wish Granted.” Weevil utters quietly, as he gently kisses Veronica on the cheek. Veronica couldn’t help smiling at the simple statement, reminding her that today had probably been the strangest day she’d ever encountered. She lay curled into Eli’s body, her hand lazily drawing circles across his chest. Contented and happy Veronica realises she doesn’t want things to change.

She momentarily remembers what he said just moments ago. Does he really have these feelings for her; is she ready to press him on it? She decides to let things go, for now. It is entirely possible his mouth opened before he engaged his brain, and even if he did feel that way, could it be such a bad thing?

Veronica stirs, and looks up at a dozing, contented Weevil.

“Sorry to disrupt your sleep-fest, but I need a bathroom break could you direct me to the right room.” Veronica asks playfully.

Weevil nods and smiles, pointing to the door at the other end of the room.

Veronica smiles back and mutters a small “Thank You”. She picks up his shirt, and slips it over her shoulders, and pads across to the small bathroom.