Damning Poof
By Missy

SERIES: Damning Proof
PART: one of one
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17; nothing really, really explicit, but language and pornographic imagery.
PAIRING(s): Duh!

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CATEGORY: L/L
CANNON/SPOILERS: California era
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: "Soldiers are Coming To Plunder, but there are some things they will never know" -Emily Saliers, The Indigo Girls ;-) . Or: When California experiences its first true snowstorm in years, Shirley follows a trail that corrupts her poor mind.

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Twelve inches of snow fell outside her door that day. Twelve inches, can you imagine? She hadn't even seen something so fresh and clean since she'd left Milwaukee.

It was natural to feel disorientated by the sudden appearance; she waddled, dazed, through the powder. Silent, was California, and she tucked the green cap that she had kept in storage for years around her ears.

She noticed it then; two sets of footprints...

I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read
Something meant for your husband maybe you left them under the bed

She loved a mystery, and excited she tracked the progress....when they became bigger, it meant that they had been running...then large clumps of snow indicated a snowball fight.

An abandoned stick....words scrawled into the snow. She bent and read them.

"Do you love me? Check yes or no."

We made our love out of dignity dug our nails in the dirt
Hung our towel soaked souls out on the line we loved so hard that it hurt

The stick had dragged on...past an alleyway, and into the tiny park that had been created in a desperate attempt to keep California's natural beauty in bloom. An empty bottle of beer stuck in the snow, obscenely phallic, told the world that their efforts had been unsuccessful.

The trail led to a tree; a tree from which loud panting echoed.

incarnate came the bleeding
Send them back before the public eye
perverts it in the reading

She tried not to see it. The way her coat, so big that it embraced two people (she always wondered why she would want one so big; dirty girl), buttoned over his back; her red nails, clutching the bark. Their lips, glued together.

How far down his jeans were hitched. How high her skirt had crawled. The unmistakable arch of her neck and the unforgettable motion of his hips.

The sound of her voice, saying things no decent lady would say.

"Fuckmefuckmefuckmeharderhardernownownow..."

Burn all the letters
Send them all to safer homes
Burn all the letters
To you and you to me
They're gonna take what they can
But they cannot read
What they cannot see

Well, she simply ran; what else could she do? Ran until she was back at Laurel Vista. She hung her coat up swiftly, hid her boots, crawled beneath the sheets and pulled the pillow over her head.

She really was asleep when her friend arrived early. Disquieted, she turned over so that she would not notice how hotly her cheeks flamed.

"Enjoying the snow, Laverne?" She asked the wall.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." A flopping noise, and the bed was filled. "It's real...soft. Good for snowball fights."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!" She burped, "A little."

With a sigh, she rolled over, "Sleep it off, Vernie."

"Kay." And snoring filled the room.

Shirley smiled, satisfied to herself. If she could pretend it was a dream, too.

For surely, no sober woman had ever slept with Lenny Kosnowski. Especially standing up, and against a tree...

Burn all the letters
Brand them in you before you go
Soldiers are coming to plunder

Laverne grinned, as Shirley's breathing changed. Silently, she twirled the tiny diamond ring which covered her formerly bare ring finger. She cuddled her pillow, satisfied that her drunk act could always fool Shirley completely...

But there are some things they will never know

....And wondering if the changing table in the ladies room at Cowboy Bills could really support two people.










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