A/N: I've got no real excuses for my lack of timeliness except that I'm a grad student now, so I write for a living. It's hard to find time to write for funsies.

Don got to come home today. And Veronica was more than excited. They'd kept him there a week, though no one was entirely sure why. They figured the Neptune Sheriff's Department was just trying to cover their asses. He'd almost died twice on the job now. That's some serious payoff… hmm…or maybe Sack's just liked being in charge. Regardless, she had big plans tonight.

The redheaded nurse had taken up residence in her and her dad's apartment the last few days, so Veronica had been spending most of her free time in Lamb's hospital room. Not that she had much free time. It was the last few weeks of her last semester of college after all; things in her life were tense.

"Things" being anything at all besides what was happening between her and Lamb. It was just so … well, easy between them.

Inside Veronica kept waiting for it to get more complicated, but it never did. It kept getting easier, Lamb kept getting sweeter, and the sex kept getting steamier.

Really… what more could a girl ask for.

So here she sat. Sacks went to pick him up. She knew he was itching to get out of that hospital room and seemed to believe her (though he pouted a little) when she told him she had class.

Did she? Of course not. She was scheming with the poor Sheriff in mind. Not that there was anything particularly unusual about that. But she figured he'd like this quite a bit more than how she used to scheme…

Veronica's thoughts were cut short when she saw Sack's patrol car pull up in front of Lamb's apartment. She heard a muffled "I'll be fine, don't worry about it, go on home" and saw Sack's pull away.

Excellent she thought. Showtime.

Don walked into his apartment, happy that Sack's had listened to him and left him alone. He figured Veronica would be there already, hoping she'd have managed to get out of class early.

Tonight was going to be his first chance to hold her through the night since their first time together and he was NOT going to give that up. Screw his damn shoulder. He'd take some ibuprofen.

As he started unbuttoning his shirt, something on his kitchen counter caught his eye. A bottle of bourbon next to a note that said "You've had a tough week, Copper, have a drink and wait for me – V."

Lamb smiled, and threw his now discarded shirt on his chair. He poured himself a glass and sat down to wait. His little blonde pixie had something up her sleeve.

Veronica checked her hair in the mirror. She had curled it before she came over and wanted to make sure it still looked right. She painted her lips a bright red, put on her hat (a gray beret) and stepped out of her car.

Veronica smiled as she looked down at herself. She had a knee length trench coat cinched at the waist, covering a pair of thigh highs with a seam down the back and a pair of peep-toe heels. By the time she got to Lamb's door her body was already humming. Best. Plan. Ever.

Veronica closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts before she knocked frantically on Lamb's door. (She knew it was unlocked. Also, she had a key, but that wasn't the point of the game).

"Come in" she heard softly from the other side of the door.

Game time!

"Sheriff you've got to help me, please!"

Lamb didn't say anything. He just looked at her with one eyebrow raised looking a little confused.

"Don't you hear me copper, I said I need your help."

"Copper?"

"What are you deaf, man? You're a dick, ain't you? Police officer?"

Lamb decided to play along. He loved 30's cop movies and she knew it.

"I might be, depends on who is asking."

"Name's Veronica Mars. P.I."

"You obviously mean you're the secretary of some hotshot, don't you? If we had a woman investigator around here I sure would have heard about it. I'm in charge in this town."

"Came in from Chicago following a lead. I need your help to bring the greaseball in before a snitch in your office puts a kibache on the whole thing."

Lamb laughed to himself, she was going all in on this. "What do I get for it?"

"Are you off your rocker? What do you think you get? You get to help me bag a creep."

"Let's say that I agree to help you. You come into my house. I've never met you. I just want to know what you're thinking." He stood up and walked right over to her. "You come in here looking like you do, you have to know what that's going to do to a man. I just got out of the hospital, you know. Could use the company of a fine woman and you look like a damn fine woman."

At this point Lamb undid the knot in her trenchcoat just as Veronica reached up and slapped him across the cheek. "I'm not that kind of girl, Sheriff."

Lamb backed Veronica up against the door and pushed her coat off before pressing his body against her. "Funny, you're dressed like that kind of girl."

Along with the thigh highs Veronica was wearing… well… not much else. She stood in front of Lamb wearing just a black bra and panty set, her thigh highs and her heels.

Lamb pushed himself against her and gruffly whispered in her ear. "Besides, Ms. Mars, I can make you into that kind of girl."

Veronica huffily whispered back. "I doubt you can do anything I don't want you to do, Sheriff, but I'm excited for you to try." With that she walked past him and sauntered into his bedroom, pausing for a moment at the door to peer back at him. He was after her in less than a second.

"Fuck, Mars. The shit you do to me." He pushed her onto her back on the bed and immediately covered her with his body.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Lamb." She rolled her hips into his and moaned. They'd had a quickie in his hospital room earlier this morning but it didn't matter to her. She wanted him now and she wanted him bad.

Veronica had stopped trying to analyze what made Lamb so good in bed, the man had one good arm and it still felt like his hands were everywhere. He pushed her bra away and his mouth latched onto her nipple and she arched her back. "I wanted you bad enough anyway, and you show up here looking like this. How do you expect me to react? What do you want me to do, Mars?"

"Well I assumed you'd be putting that mouth to better use." Veronica gasped at him as he torturously circled two fingers over her underwear, staying too far away from her clit to give her any of the friction she so wanted.

"Ah well you know what happens to little girls who assume, don't you Mars?" Lamb pulled off her underwear, leaving her in just the thigh highs and heels.

"Do they get fucked by their boyfriends, because that would be just awesome." Veronica turned to kiss Lamb but he backed away at the last second.

"Got a boyfriend I should know about, Mars?"

"Yeah, he's kind of an asshat, but a sweet one, And he's the town sheriff, if you're nice to me I might introduce you, maybe he can get you out of a parking ticket."

"Oooh, that boyfriend, and here you had me worried." Though in the back of his mind he was thinking that Veronica had never referred to him as her boyfriend before. At least not to his face. At that thought, Lamb removed his own pants and positioned himself at her entrance. Kissing her hard on the mouth as he entered her at a super slow pace. "Fuck, Veronica."

Veronica arched her hips up to meet his thrusts, "Please, Don." She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to get him to go harder. Deeper. Anything other than this torturous pace he had started.

She bit his bicep to show her frustration since her whiney pleas were going unnoticed. Finally she couldn't take anymore, she flipped Lamb around so that his back was on the bed and she was on top of him.

Instantly he plunged deep into her, hitting spots she always forgot she had, until they did this again... His hands went to her chest as he palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples. "Fuck me, Mars. Show me how you want it."

Veronica slipped her heels off to get better leverage and bobbed herself up and down on Lamb's dick. She was so close to the edge, she just needed an extra little… Veronica reached down between then and rubbed small frantic circles on her clit as she continued her onslaught.

So fucking close. "Please, Lamb." She didn't even know what she was begging for as his hands grabbed her hips solidly and Lamb moved her faster and faster, finally spanking her on the ass as she started to crest.

Veronica hit her peak and tried to slow down and let her body come down. Lamb had other ideas, he kept his hand on her hips and he kept up his frantic pace. "No slowing down, little girl. I want to watch you come again." This time, Lamb's other hand took over for Veronica's, rubbing tight little circles over her clit.

Veronica was balancing herself on Lamb's chest, no longer trying to slow their pace. Quicker than she expected, she started to feel her second orgasm coming on. Her toes started to curl, and her vision got hazy and dark around the edges. She went over the edge and that time Lamb came with her, straining his hips to release himself into her.

Veronica slumped down onto him. They were both a sweaty mess and neither of them cared. This was perfect, the two of them together, they clicked in a way that neither of them had ever really expected. And the sex was just one part of it.

Veronica rolled off Lamb and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Nice job, cowboy."

"Keep your movie role playing in line, Mars. Next time we can play cowboys and indians."