The Countess Wore An L Challenge
By Shotzette




"The Countess Wore an L" Challenge
By Shotzette
NC-17

The story below is a work of fanfiction that in no way intends to infringe upon any copyrights held by Paramount, ABC, or any other entity living, dead, or imagined.



What can I say? Missy wanted these two to have a royal wedding night!






Laverne felt the prickle of the velvet flocked wallpaper against her back as Lenny leaned more heavily against her. Five minutes of making out against the wall of the Royal bedchamber, and her new husband hadn't moved her one inch closer to their bed. Grinning against his lips, she pushed him back gently.

His blue eyes opened, regarding her curiously through a haze of unmistakable desire.

"Too fast?" His whisper was hoarse, making him sound like a man who pulled himself away from a mountain stream after a month in the desert.

"Too slow," she replied huskily. "There's a big, beautiful bed over there with our names on it."

His brow furrowed and he turned to look over his shoulder at the massive and ornate bed behind him. "Nah," he replied, "That sign up there is just how they spell 'Kosnowski' in Polish."

"As I said, 'our' name."

"Oh," he grinned as realization dawned on him, "I keep being afraid that I'm gonna wake up from the best dream in the world."

"I ain't going anywhere without you, Len," she said, with a touch of reproach in her tone, "You should know that by now."

"What can I say, Vernie," he growled playfully, as he pulled her against him, lightly kissing her lips, "you know I'm a slow learner."

She groaned in exasperation, and pulled him down for a longer kiss. The pretense of play was all but forgotten as their bodies began to find a rhythm of their own. All she was conscious of was the taste of Lenny's lips upon hers and the heat of his large, strong hands caressing her body possessively. Tiny goosebumps ran down her spine as his touch made her skin feel as new and sensitive as a baby's, making her shiver.

Moaning into his mouth, Laverne leaned against him and took her first step towards their bed. Playtime was over and all she wanted to do was what she had been thinking about doing with him since they left California. His embrace was exciting, yet at the same time, comfortably familiar. She was where she had only recently realized she had always wanted to be.

She broke their kiss and tried not to smile at the confused expression on his hungry face. She took his hands in hers, and led him the next five steps to the side of the bed. "Still to slow," she whispered, teasingly, as she turned around and pressed her back against the front of him. The hardness that caressed her lower back, elicited another moan from her. Lenny answered with a low growl that emanated from his chest as she began to move back and forth against him, swaying to a tempo that had haunted his dreams since puberty.

As she felt him pull her closer against him, Laverne turned her head and looked coyly at him over her shoulder. "I think we're a little over dressed."

His head nodded vigorously, as she saw the muscles in his face tremor as he clenched his jaw. With trembling fingers, Lenny's hands began the time consuming task of unbuttoning the tiny, mother-of-pearl buttons that ran down the back of her gown. Laverne did nothing, but close her eyes and lose herself in the sensation of his fingertips brushing her flesh, and his hot breath on her neck. Mentally she sent yet another 'thank you' to Shirley for helping her alter her god-awful, costume party reject of a wedding gown into a simplified dress that Lenny could conceivably get off of her in less than a week.

She inhaled sharply as she felt the last button go, and the still-heavy dress began to slide down her shoulders. Suddenly, she felt Lenny grab the back of her dress and pull the two pieces back together, as he yanked the dress upwards and back onto her shoulders.

"Wha-?"

"Vernie," he said in a voice, thick with emotion, "I don't wanna go too fast with you. I don't wanna---"

It was at that moment she understood.

He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want tonight to be anything like those two horrible nights at the Royal Cactus. Or worse, that night in New York when that creep tried to...

She shook her head, banishing that horrible memory to a tightly locked room in her mind. That bastard in New York wasn't going to interfere with what was going to be the happiest night of their lives. She proved to that loser in New York that he couldn't hurt her physically, and there was no way in hell that a jerk like him was going to hurt her emotionally anymore and keep her from enjoying intimacy with the one man she had saved herself for.

"Len," she said, turning around and laying her palm against the side of his damp and flushed face, "you ain't gonna do nothing wrong tonight. You can't." Stroking his jaw, she turned his head and forced him to look her in the eye. "I love you, and I trust you. I wouldn't have come all the way across the Atlantic Ocean, and put up with all of this crazy nonsense, if I didn't want to be with you, with all my heart, tonight. You're sort of stuck with me," she added with a smile and an apologetic shrug.

The imperfectly handsome face she held in her hand broke into a joyous smile. Before Laverne could say anything further, Lenny's lips covered her own. Relieved, she ended the kiss and pulled out of his embrace just long enough for her wedding dress to slide down her arms and torso, and puddle at her feet.

She couldn't help but grin as Lenny's eyes grew as big as saucers. His reaction made her day of mostly discomfort in the breathlessly-tight bustier styled undergarment worthwhile. There was just something about the ultra-feminine, albeit borderline painful, lingerie that made her feel better about herself. Wearing it, even with all of it's annoying snaps and confusing straps, made her feel like she was more than just the girl the guys liked to pal around with. It made her feel confident, desirable, and as she took in the fevered sheen on Lenny's face, it didn't matter one bit. She knew he would have found her just as beautiful and provacative if she was wearing her old green football jersey.

It was one of the many reasons she loved him as deeply as she did.

Stepping back towards him, she reached up to his shoulders and gently eased down his Lone Wolf jacket before draping it across the formal arm chair by the armoire. His unabashed grin told her how much he loved the fact that she respected, if not totally understood, his attachment to his most prized posession. No other woman had ever gotten close enough to him to tolerate his eccentricities, much less, encourage them.

As her fingers started to unbutton his Hawaiian shirt, Lenny's head dropped back and lolled to the side as he shivered. Laverne felt a thrill of conquest as she watched his exposed skin turn to gooseflesh before her eyes. When his shirt fell to the ground, she kissed him softly on the lips, kisses that turned to little nibbles on his generous lower lip while she lightly ran her fingertips across his chest. He groaned loudly before cupping her lace covered buttocks and pressing her urgently against the jutting tent of his trousers.

Laverne spasmed slightly against him. She could feel the wetness that had been building for the last half hour overflow from the very center of her, preparing her for what she had desired for so long. Their kiss turned more passionate as Laverne felt herself lifted into his arms then laid down gently on the pristine white sheets. She smiled up at him, as he made quick work of ridding himself of his trousers and boots, his eyes never releasing her from the intensity of his gaze. He took a deep breath before sliding down his green and white striped boxers, boldly removing his last barrier to her gaze.

At that moment, Laverne wondered how a guy like Lenny Kosnowski could have ever developed such an inferiority complex. From their all too infrequent make-out sessions, she could tell he was large. However, her gropings in the dark could not have prepared her for the impressive member that reared up just beyond her grasp.

In a flash, she scooted to the edge of the bed where he stood. She kissed his lips quickly, before she began working her way down his throat, then through the sparse, golden hair on his chest. She rubbed the ball of her thumb across his left nipple, causing him to clutch her against him as he let out a sigh.

She could feel the damp heat of him through the lacy fabric. He rubbed against her more urgently as her tongue wrestled with his, and her hands continued their slow progress down his torso. She smiled against his lips when she felt him start in surprise as brushed against him with her warm palm. Her right hand began to stroke him gently and slowly, as her left barely brushed against his balls. Lenny inhaled sharply, then let his breath out in a soft moan. For several long moments, he swayed gently in her grasp, his eyes closed and an almost rapturous expression on his strong face.

His eyes opened and raked down her body, and she felt oddly exposed and protected at the same time. With a knowing smile, he grabbed her forearms gently and pushed her back on to the alabaster bed coverings.

Lenny climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. He cupped her chin gently in his hand as he leaned in for a sofly passionate kiss that made every nerve in Laverne's body sing. He pulled away from her as the kiss ended, trailing his fingers down her throat as he found an incredibly sensitive point above her left collarbone. She shivered in response, and he replaced his questing fingers with his lips.

Laverne made a sound halfway between a sigh and a whimper as she arched her back up. While Lenny's lips teased and nibbled the flesh exposed by the low-cut bustier, his suddenly nimble fingers were adeptly unhooking the garment's tiny fasteners that ran down between Laverne's breasts.

His patience and dexterity paid off. In moments, the bustier lay open before him as his eyes feasted on the sight of her flesh. When he leaned over her, Laverne was treated to a soft, gentle kiss as his fingertips began to caress her sensitive breasts and tease her burgundy colored nipples into hard peaks. She moaned and arched herself up towards him, and was rewarded as his lips trailed a path down to her breasts.

He alternated between them, his hands and tongue gentle, yet his touch increasingly agressive as her restless gyrations on the sheets gave him confidence. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that he could be so patient and thorough during loveplay. Almost as if he was reading her mind, he caught her eye and raised an eyebrow at her before whispering, "I told you I was a slow learner, Vernie."

She smiled in return, and opened her mouth to retort. Words failed her as she became mesmerized at the sight of him; his head down and moving briskly back and forth, and his pale body was even more attractive than she had envisioned. The sensation of his hot mouth on her nipple, it's flesh chilled by the relatively cold room, was pushing her to the brink. She rhythmically began to move against him, nearly spasming over the abyss of pleasure as his long fingers began to tease and torment her center through her white lace panties. He moaned into her breast as a response and began to rub his cock against the sheets.

Suddenly, Laverne found it hard to breathe. The hot/cold senastions coursing through her body, took control as she found herself grinding her pelvis against his hand. As her shuddering stopped, Laverne's face reddened even more when she realized exactly what had just occurred.

Lenny looked up from his pleasurable task long enough to give her a cocky grin, before nibbling and kissing a trail down her belly. He gently hooked his fingers over the lacy waistband of her panties and began to slowly pull them down inch by inch, kissing and tasting each millimeter of flesh as it was exposed. His blue eyes locked on hers as he gently pulled her panties off of her long, tanned legs. "You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently, as he gently separated her thighs and began to stroke her damp, dark curls.

Time all but stopped. All Laverne was aware of was the rapidly replenishing heat building throughout her core. A heat that made Lenny's fingers wetter as they stroked her. When he replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue, Laverne lost all capacity for rational thought. The soft silk of his mouth and the measured strokes of his tongue on her clit began to push Laverne to the edge again. This time however, as she began to buck up against his mouth, he inserted one, then two quickly crossed fingers into her silken chamber, working them in and out to the same tempo as his lips.

Laverne felt her self let go again, lost in the dichotomy of the pleasure of his mouth and the intoxicating, near pain of his hand. As the tremors overtook her, she forced herself to open her eyes, to look at the man she loved as she came. His face was only inches above hers, his blue eyes glazed and his facial muscles lax with lust, as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her spasming channel. As she threw back her head, and cried out his name, she felt Lenny position himself between her legs as his hot shaft quickly breached her entrance as her climax faded.

The mild pain she felt jolted Laverne out of her langorous state. Lenny was on top of her now, eyes screwed tightly shut as he grasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her into each of his powerful thrusts. The discomfort of his sudden penetration quickly subsided, as every movement on his part propelled her still-sensitive clit against his pelvis. Every stroke seemed to add to her wetness, as she began to tingle througout with mini-spasms. Her movements proved to be Lenny's undoing as he gripped her trembling hips one last time before loudly groaning, and flooded into her with his last, rabbit-like thrusts.

He collapsed heavily on her, and she marvelled at how many more nerve endings her body seemed to have now as opposed to an hour ago. She stroked the back of his head as his shuddering breathing against her moist shoulder became more even. With a groan, he pushed himself out of her and rolled to his back, carrying her along to rest atop him.

Laverne tried to talk, tried to tell him how wonderful it was--how wonderful he was; but she couldn't even find the strength to smile. She settled for letting the loving gaze from her eyes, and the sleepily relaxed expression on her face say what her words could not.

Lenny gazed into her eyes and grinned happily, apparently not needing to hear the words. He held her closer to him, and as she began to doze off, Laverne could have sworn she heard him mumble, "It's good to be the Count..."

FIN












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