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RATING: PG (Adult Content)

PAIRING(s): L/L

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CATEGORY: Romance

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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-Show AU.

SPOILLER/SUMMARY: "Get Up, Lenny - I have something to tell you." (Lavenny Post-Show, Post-Love)

NOTES: Another random piece of something.

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Water rolls down the pane like God's tears - perfect and blue. 

She's watching the water because she's bored.  Maybe, just maybe, if she had the strength to push the tall blond pressing her into the mattress off of her breast, she wouldn't feel that way.

Get up, Lenny - I have to something to tell you.

But he was heavier than she had ever guessed for someone made almost entirely out of bone instead of flesh and fat.  Her fingers stroked the indentation that divided his body and wondered how he had been made and who had made him - just for her, she thought. 

He holds on to her like she's the only boulder in the valley, his eyes closed and his shoulders moving in the dream, like a dancer.  His skin is heated, pinks and reds under the white and blue of the light of their hotel room.  His eyes twitch like a child's as he chases a bee or a lollipop in another realm.

It was warm; she should open a window.

Get up, dope!

But his skin pressing on hers was as innocent as a parson's blessing, tacky against the back of her neck, holding her still.  She loved to move, with the shift of a hip she could express herself better than any plainspoken sentence, but for now she lay like a stone at the bottom of his blue-and-white lake, nearly lobotomized by her recent ecstasy.

He stirred, his lips brushing her throat. 

"Morning," one said.

"I love you," the other said.

They were lost in the dust belt, two hours away from the final destination, but none of that mattered in this little courtside motel.   She soon felt more pleasure in five seconds than she had in the twenty plus years of her living. 

So happy, she watched God cry and wondered why so many tears were wasted when all within her sight were  loved and warmed by the blue of the light.