Veronica recovers with Lamb. AU from episode 3:2 - My Big Fat Greek Rush Week; almost entirely AU after episode 3:9 - Spit & Eggs.

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"Ouch!"

Lamb looked down as Veronica cried out softly, wincing even at his gentle touch. The cut on her neck had been minor, if painful, but the graze on her shoulder from where Lamb had shot past her at Liam Fitzpatrick was healing more slowly.

"Relax." Lamb's tone was light, but concern showed in his eyes. "It's only a flesh wound."

As he drew the bandage away, Veronica looked at him, and smiled even through the pain. "I got shot," she reminded him.

Lamb grimaced. "I remember."

When he had finished, he looked at her again. "How does it feel?" he asked.

"Painful," Veronica said, but she was still smiling.

"My dad called earlier," she said after a pause. "He said he should be home tomorrow."

Lamb nodded, and Veronica thought he looked disappointed. "He got Mercano?"

Veronica nodded. "He's bringing him in."

Lamb was still looking at her concernedly. "I told you to stay away from him," he said quietly.

"And I ignored you." Veronica tried to smile, but it was weak.

"You could have gotten hurt."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "I was hurt. Remember?"

Lamb nodded seriously. "That's exactly my point. Veronica -"

Veronica silenced him with a kiss, and felt Lamb smile against her mouth a moment before he kissed her back.

She reached her hands up to put them around his neck, ignoring the pain that flared in her shoulder as she did so. Lamb placed his hands gently on her back, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw. Veronica laughed as his lips gently brushed her neck, and was rewarded by Lamb smiling back at her.

"Careful," he said. "You'll bruise my ego."

"That ego?" Veronica shot him a disbelieving look, and leaned forward. "Armour piercing bullets couldn't bruise your ego."

Lamb smirked. "Well, can you blame me? I saved the day. I got the girl."

"Oh, so now you have me?" Veronica asked.

"It looks that way from here." Lamb smiled, and almost despite herself, Veronica smiled back.

"And all you had to do was save my life a couple of times."

Then she was kissing him again, harder, and she didn't even care when her shoulder screamed in pain as Lamb gathered her into his arms. He kissed her neck, his touch infuriatingly gentle, until Veronica was almost screaming for her to touch her there, hard, now.

Lamb had never been very good at following orders.

But he was very good at other things.

They didn't make it to the bedroom this time, and an hour later, Lamb was looking at his couch with newfound pride.

"I definitely got the girl," he said, his hand resting on Veronica's hair as she lay beside him, her head on his chest.

Veronica frowned. "I have to go home."

"Now?"

She sat up to look at him. "Before my dad gets back."

"I know." Lamb smiled a little. "I kinda got used to having you here."

"Me, too," Veronica agreed. "Even if your place is decidedly un-girl friendly."

"I'll have you know I've entertained many girls here."

Veronica smacked him playfully, and tried not to scowl. "That's not what I meant."

"What? Is there or is there not ice cream in the freezer?"

"Yeah, there is now. When I got here you didn't even have pop tarts."

"I don't like pop tarts."

"I do."

Lamb grinned. "Well, from now on I'll try to keep a few pop tarts around, just in case."

Veronica smiled at him. "That's better."

He leaned over and kissed her again, and Veronica kissed him back, gently manoeuvring herself so that she was straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him again, and Lamb pulled back, looking at her contemplatively.

"Veronica," he said softly.

"What?"

"I love you."

Veronica looked at Lamb for a moment, then smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. "My dad is still going to kick your ass," she told him seriously.