Veronica Mars, Veronica - regret, hope, FBI, cell phone, dog
« Do you ever regret anything ? » Veronica smiled at her ceiling before rolling over on her stomach and readjusting her cell phone to her ear. “Yeah, I miss having a dog.” Mac’s chuckle echoed on the line. “Well, you’re not going to live in there forever. Or at least I hope so, I’ll bet FBI agents don’t live in dorms.” The soon to be new agent threaded her fingers in her hair and smiled, shaking her blond mane. “Probably. If they did, I’d have to quit.” She joked. “I’d miss you too much.” There was a quick stunned silence at the end of the line. Their ongoing dare to see where the faux lesbian playing had reached its limits. They had never talked about actual feelings before. “Mac?” “I love you, Veronica.” The brunette whispered on her phone. Said Veronica pressed her eyelids together and listened to her heart race for a moment. “I so wish I could hug you right now.” She sighed sadly. “I’ll be home for Christmas.” “I’ll wait for you by the fire, wearing a ribbon or something.” Veronica laughed, and as she pulled the covers over her she knew she would only sleep well once she had finally touched her, the person whose soft laughter was still echoing in her head and soothing her.
Calls, Veronica Mars, (Mac, Veronica), PG, slash(kinda)
« Do you ever regret anything ? »
Veronica smiled at her ceiling before rolling over on her stomach and readjusting her cell phone to her ear. “Yeah, I miss having a dog.”
Mac’s chuckle echoed on the line. “Well, you’re not going to live in there forever. Or at least I hope so, I’ll bet FBI agents don’t live in dorms.”
The soon to be new agent threaded her fingers in her hair and smiled, shaking her blond mane. “Probably. If they did, I’d have to quit.” She joked. “I’d miss you too much.”
There was a quick stunned silence at the end of the line. Their ongoing dare to see where the faux lesbian playing had reached its limits. They had never talked about actual feelings before.
“Mac?”
“I love you, Veronica.” The brunette whispered on her phone.
Said Veronica pressed her eyelids together and listened to her heart race for a moment. “I so wish I could hug you right now.” She sighed sadly. “I’ll be home for Christmas.”
“I’ll wait for you by the fire, wearing a ribbon or something.”
Veronica laughed, and as she pulled the covers over her she knew she would only sleep well once she had finally touched her, the person whose soft laughter was still echoing in her head and soothing her.