Title: Cold Pants, Warm Heart
Author: Emily L.
Email: lavennyfic@gmail.com
Category: Romance, Comedy

Rating: PG (some adult content)

Het/Gen/Bi: Het

Parts: 1/1

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Paramount. Don’t sue me - I might cry.
Pairing: LDF/LK
Distribution: I’m keeping my fic on here for now. E-mail me if you have any requests.

Authors Notes: For Missy

Setting: Milwaukee, pre-Lenny's Crush.
Summary: Laverne and Lenny bond over spilled beer and realize their might be something between them.

 

 

“Well, Len, I had a real nice time tonight,” Laverne said, an open-mouthed smile forming on her thin lips.

 

He scuffed his dirty boot against the floor and shoved his sweaty palms into his jeans. “Yeah?”

 

“Yeah,” beamed, her face immediately falling. “Except for the part where ya spilled beer on my pants.”

 

He grabbed her upper arm in panic, “Hey, we got it all out didn't we?”

 

“Yeah, 'cept my Pop thought you were heavy pettin' me in the middle of the Pizza Bowl and we walked around town all night with me lookin' like I wet myself, freezin' my patootie off.” She tried to look disappointed, but she couldn't help but laugh at the thought of both of those things ever happening.

 

He laughed with her, shaking his head, then wincing. “I hope I get the feelin' in the back of my neck, Vernie. He grabbed me real hard when he thought I was tryin' to touch your secret place.”

 

“Awww,” she mumbled, reaching up to stroke the back of his neck. “You'll feel better tomorrow, Len. 'sides, I think the part where you started cryin' scared him. I don't think he'll think you're pettin' at me ever again.”

 

He looked down at her, taking in her scent and appearance. He never wanted to forget tonight; just like he never wanted to forget any other date they ever had. Inwardly, he corrected himself – it wasn't a date, she told him that a million times. It was just two friends spending some quality time together.

 

She searched his eyes, not sure of what he was thinking about. “You okay, Len?”

 

“Yeah, I'm fine, Vernie,” cooed. “Look, it's gettin' late and we both have work tomorrow and I know you must be tired, so...”

 

“Huh?” she blurted, wondering why he was the one cutting the date so short this time. “Oh... yeah... right, we both have work. Well, I'll see ya around tomorrow I guess, heh?”

 

“Yup!” he rocked back on his heels, the awkward air between the two of them practically screaming in the quiet  apartment building. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something to remark upon, but she couldn't think of a thing. She huffed, and moved towards him.

 

“Well, g'night, Len.” She reached up to give him a peck on the lips, and was surprised to feel him only pecking back. All the other times she kissed Lenny, he practically swallowed her whole. Wanting more, she captured his bottom lip and lightly sucked on it for a few moments, then pulled back to take a look at his hell shocked form. She smiled at his expression, pulling the lapels of his Lone Wolf jacket together and patting his stomach.

 

“Good... so good... I mean,” he squeaked, “goodnight Laverne.”

 

She giggled, “'night Len.”

 

And as he dazedly turned around to walk up to his apartment, she felt her heart flutter for the first time and wondered how the hell she was going to explain her new relationship to her best friend and the man who thought he was trying to get to second base with her before they even went on their first real date.