Headboard Confessional
Love
By Missy

SERIES: Headboard Confessional
SUBSERIES TITLE: Love
PART: 1 of 1; 5 of 5
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): ...do you know me or not? L/L
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CATEGORY: Romance
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: California-era.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Your bed knows everything about you...

NOTES: This is basically a little short series that chronicles the L/L relationship, centering in on major life events...which seem to take place mostly around the bedroom.

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"Remember our first kiss?"

"Mmm...six years old, Valentine's Day Party, Mrs. McMathy's first grade classroom."

"You bit my tongue!"

"Well, yer the one who surprised me by stickin' it in my mouth!"

"I thought puttin' a tongue in someone's mouth was sexy. 'Sides, ya ate all of yer Hood Cup, and I wanted ta know what the chocolate tasted like..."

"Well..." She smirked. "Yeah, tongues're sexy..."

"I'm just looking for my....eeew! Mom!"

"Twenty-six, and he says ew when his parents kiss!"

"You aren't supposed to kiss on top of everyone's coats!"

"Our party, son. We'll kiss if we want to."

"Gimmie my mints, please!"

"Here." Laverne said, and their son backed his way out of the room. Laverne barely stifled a giggle.

"Geez; he's a doctor. Ya think he'd be okay on biology!"

"I guess it's the snugglin' part." Laverne pointed out, her legs hissing against the soft material of the bedspread as she deliberately entangled her ankles with his.

"Ya know, Vernie...this bed has stood the ol' test of time, ain't it?"

"Uh huh; it's the same headboard and frame I bought when Shirl moved out."

"I guess it could stand a little more..."

"Oh yeah..." She pulled him over her prone body, giggling quietly. He was the same now, in his fifties, as he had been back in his twenties. "The chicken dance'll cover up my screamin'..."

"I don't ever wanna get rid of this bed, Vernie."

"Me neither..." And further promises were lost in a sea of murmured affection.

The End

To Maturity
















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