Avoidance
By Missy

SERIES: Avoidance
PART: One of One
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne.
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CATEGORY: L/L
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: California Cannon
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne muses looks at forty
NOTES: Another simple, spicy L/L piece.

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She squinted at the image in the mirror.

Never had she truly been beautiful, but the lines on her face really weren't helping her self-image. On closer inspection, she had a strange, ratlike upper lip, a heavier brow, a wider face; and a nose like a marlin.

She smiled, and began brushing her reddish-brown hair. Dyed that way, though she hadn't begun going gray yet, because she loved experimenting with her hairstyle. The one truly girly thing she was fond of doing.

He entered the bathroom without knocking, and she didn't know he was there until his hand collided with her behind.

"Len!" She cried.

"What! Someone's gotta give ya yer birthday wacks," He wriggled his brow suggestively and looped a towel about his neck.

She watched him prepare a razor and gave him half of the sink. This is my husband, she marvelled to herself, And I could've had Charles Grodin.

She laughed at her own fallacy. Lenny was a better, more courteous and gentlemanly, husband than she could've hoped for. He had stood beside her as she tried to discover herself. In truth, she had married him for much more than that gratitude.

And now the thought of being without him was similar in appeal to the idea of cutting her tongue out.

He smirked at her, running water into the sink while she applied some eyeliner.

"Len," She said suddenly, "Do ya...think I'm still pretty?"

Lenny wiggled his brow, "We got six kids and you think I think yer ugly?"

She smiled, those six kids were at Disney Land with her father at the moment. If Pop lives, I'm givin' him a gold medal., "Well, we did have 'em one after the other..."

Lenny sighed, dipping his razor into the sink and carefully ridding himself of five o'clock shadow, "Vernie, I think yer the prettiest, sexiest girl in the whole wide world." He blotted his wet face upon the towel, "If anyone's ugly, it's me," He picked up a brush and studied his forehead in the mirror, "I think my hair's fallin' out."

Laverne's eyes crossed, "Len, you got plenty of hair." She watched him comb over his bald spot and sighed, "Well, Squig's got a fat gut!"

Lenny's jaw dropped, "That's mean! And Shirl's hair's goin' gray."

Their relationshjp had always been marked by their mutually adolescent sense of humor. Resultantly, they had a juvenile, hormonal relationship that took the form of sexual teasing. Over the years it had matured into something fuller, sweeter.

"Vernie, look in that mirror and tell me what you see."

She stared at herself, "An old jock at forty?"

Lenny shook his head, cupping her chin, "The prettiest, sexiest girl in the whole world." He announced.

Laverne grinned, wrapping an arm around Lenny's neck. He reacted to her presence instinctively, automatically. "That was only one whack." She said.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna give me the other forty?" She teased. And by her all-knowing grin, he understood that she wasn't exactly interested in being spanked.

"Happy birthday, Vernie." He grinned.



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