Characters: Lincoln/Veronica (Het)
Summary: It was the last time that hurt instead…
Author's notes: Another entry for the pbhiatus_fic double-drabble "sex" challenge. I've been meaning to try this pairing again for ages, and this was just the encouragement I needed.
The first time didn't hurt the way she expected; it was the last time that hurt instead.
On the living room sofa, they touched and kissed. Lincoln's mouth whispered over Veronica's neck and chest, and she sighed and stroked his arms, her whole body tingling and shaking under his.
They'd been leading up to this for ages, with Veronica's crush sidelined when Lincoln went to Juvie. Now he was back.
All the warnings in the world couldn't keep her from wanting him. She knew the reasoning, but it was Lincoln. Part of her always felt they were destined for a star-crossed life.
They moved as quietly as possible on the sofa, trying not to wake Michael. The piercing fullness of Lincoln made her gasp, but his tender gaze—choosing her—soon eased the pain.
Over the years that promise was always there, despite Lincoln returning to jail again and again.
The last time they made love (after L.J., after everything), it was passionate and perfect. But Lincoln became a junkie within a week, even though she'd been so sure—
The memory was tainted after that, too painful to revisit. That last time had been a lie. Only Lincoln's betrayal remained.
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