Nightswimming
By Missy

TITLE: Nightswimming
SEQUEL TO: Pirate Smile
PARTS: One of One
RATING: NC-17 (lang; sexual content: M/F; 1st; rom oral cons fback); All future parts NC-17 (for extreme adult content, explicit sexual content, to be detailed later)
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CATEGORY: Smut; romance
PAIRINGS: L/L
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne flash back to their first time, and the night they conceived Gianna

NOTES: A sequel to "Pirate Smile", and a bit of a get-well fic for Kath.

***

"How did I come alive?"

The question, delivered with a confused expression, came from Gianna with the same refreshing honest questions like "Why is the sky blue?" sprung; he nonetheless choked on his Fudgicle.

His wife, blessedly, was cool, collected, as always. "Honey, didn't daddy tell you about the birds and the bees?" She took the little girl into her lap on the living room floor, among scattered doll clothing.

Gianna nodded, frowning, "I don't know..." She looked askance at her mother, "Do bees and birds really DO that, Mommy?"

Laverne shot a look at Lenny, who had the grace to be completely embarrassed, "OK, sweetie; time for bed.."

The girl's eyes widened, "Aww!"

"Aww nothin'," Laverne's features softened, "I'll tell ya what; if ya brush yer teeth, I'll tell you how babies come, OK?"

The girl's face brightened, and she rushed up the stairs to her room. Laverne's shoulders sank and embarrassment finally overtook her. "Maybe she won't brush her tee..." Running water in the upstairs bedroom shut Laverne up. With a defeated expression, she headed upstairs.

Lenny smirked to himself, picking up and putting away Gianna's dolls in a plastic Tupperware container.

He remembered very clearly how Gianna had been conceived. And it was not a tale he ever planned on repeating to her.

Laverne, meanwhile, tucked their daughter into bed and gave her a very clinical explanation of how babies tumble out of cabbages. Gianna listened, shrugged her shoulders, and fell instantly asleep.

Her mother left the room with a small, sheepish smile on her face. As she stored away a small pile of her daughter's toys, she recalled that Gianna's conception had been a bit rough, a bit lustful and not at all the proper bedtime tale for a preschooler.

***

She had told him once, "I love you and popcorn and nothing else." She had been very drunk that night, but he remembered it; how heavy the night felt, like an old coat.

Laverne remembered only that it had felt like rain all week.

He was the last person in line to her; something else he knew, and yet he waited years for her.

And then she announced that she had met a man. A beautiful Italian with teeth like Chicklets and a smile that could dry up the ocean. He wavered between wanting to kill himself or the guy, but in the end vowed to stand by her.

The night before her wedding he had borrowed Carmine's new Pontiac, just to drive around and clear his head. The rain matched his mood, thundering, pouring oceans on the ground so quickly that it ran off and covered the road.

Pure luck sent him down an old side street. Sent him to discovery of a small surprise, walking forlorn down the sidewalk.

Through the blinding rain he recognized a head of gingery hair. He pulled over, opening the door, stepping out into the rain and squinting through the distance. His analysis confirmed, he shouted her name into the roaring rain.

"Vernie?"

She turned, gasping; he could tell by the set of her mouth that she had been crying. Lenny feared she would run, but instead she ran to him, wrapping herself around his body and sobbing ardently. His immediate reaction to her scent and her presence was physically embarrassing, but she didn't notice.

"What happened?" He asked the crown of her head.

She sniffled into his neck, "Tony...he's cheatin' on me...he...he..." Her hands tightened on Lenny's arms, "We broke up. There ain't gonna be a weddin' tomorrow."

Relief flooded Lenny's body, but instead he gave he a hug, "Ya wanna get in outta the rain?" She nodded, and he let go, allowing her to crawl over the driver's side and into the passenger seat. Soaking wet, he climbed into the driver's seat and drove them off.

She shivered, still fighting to hold back tears that her bastard fiance didn't deserve to have shed over him. She held back the trembling with vicious strength, staring with baggy eyes at the street ahead.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked as he drove, and she poured out every detail of Tony's infidelity, every perverted thing he had done against her love for him. He enthusiastically supported her, offered to beat the jerk up for her, which she insisted he not do. The car's radio played on; Elton John, whose new album had come out a week ago. When he stopped the car, they sat in silence.

She recognized the little lookout point over the hills; the view was lovely, but a moot point in such rain. She understood why Lenny had pulled over; she couldn't see anything outside of the car in the vicious pounding of the rain.

He shifted in his seat, unbuckling his seatbelt; only the car's radio playing on. He felt the mood change, perhaps as subtly as she did; her eyes widened, lips trembling.

"Lenny," she said, softly, "Say somethin'."

He didn't say a thing. Just placed his hand on her thigh.

Her body stiffened in response, and he awaited his rejection. To his shock, none came.

Her legs fell open.

Lenny gawked at her reaction, and at the sudden steam in her eyes, "It should be you, Len," She said, and he knew all too well what she was asking for, "All of this time, I shoulda been with you..."

And then she kissed him.

She tasted of tears and alcohol, but he kissed her back with a violent passion, his hand becoming lost upon the back of her dress.

Her hands closed like claws on the back of his jacket, pulling her down on top of him.

"Woah," He managed, when she surfaced for air, nipping at his lips, "Vernie, we're kinda goin'..."

She shook her head, "Too long," She looked into his eyes, drama claiming her body, "Take me."

He grinned, sinking down, bruising her lips.

Her hands plucked insistently at his jacket, and so he removed it, then went to the buttons of her dress. Thank god it buttoned down the front; she assisted him, her hands flying to whatever button he hadn't reached first, She smiled, but shook violently; her entire body was covered with goosebumps, something he recognized with each kiss to her. He wasn't surprised that she wore no bra; her nipples had been clearly outlined by the rain, complicating the lust that had overwhelmed him upon seeing her. His hands were clammy from the rain-soaked dress, which he flipped to the back seat in a sopping pile. She didn't care; her body arched upward to feel his palms.

He bent down once more, to kiss her lips as his hand journeyed down her collarbone to cup her breasts.

His touch felt so natural that she remarked upon it out loud; he wondered how she could remain, even at this moment, so surprised by the natural fit they made.

Then he obliterated any thought at all by lowering his mouth to her nipple.

She moaned, her tongue locked to the roof of her mouth, her back arched so high that he nearly touched the roof of the car. He switched breasts, trying to remember what he should do. Instead he moved blindly from breast to breast, worshipping the perfection of her torso.

Laverne gasped as heat snaked through her body; thunder clapped, but she did not hear it. No boyfriend had been so gently attentive to her body before; too roughly, too quickly, they had moved from act to act. But Lenny had lingered upon her body, making everything so unusual, so different.

When he parted from her throbbing, taut nipples, she knew one more thing.

That she loved him.

The revelation rocked her; brought tears to her eyes. He noticed and cupped her face, gently.

"Wah?" He asked.

She shook her head, "Len.." She began, but shook her head, "Don't stop."

He kissed her lips again, slowly, carefully, making it very clear to her that stopping was not a part of his plan. When she could barely stand the teasing of his warm wet body upon her half-naked one she wroth beneath him, feeling with unbelievable clarity how much he wanted her.

He kissed her nose, her neck, her throat, her shoulders; found an unbelievably sensitive spot between her throat and right shoulder that caused her to moan out loud.

She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him toward her breast.

He grinned around a mouthful of Laverne's flesh; he knew that her aggressive nature would take over at some point. He worked upon her breasts, one arm half-hanging from the passenger side cushion in support, his free hand traveling down her abdomen. She shivered involuntarily, hissing a few 'yes'-es beneath her breath.

She scooted downward, breaking the connection between his mouth and her breasts; the cold air felt painful, but she wanted his hand at a far more needy place in that moment.

They moved awkwardly, desperately trying to touch one another in a more intimate way. His tee-shirt came off; her legs rose as far into the air as their cramped space would allow; she yearned for a bed until she heard a very distinct ripping noise.

He mumbled something about buying her new pantyhose before diving mouth-first onto her most sensitive spot.

Lenny's patience had snapped; any guilt he felt about moving so quickly was erased when she let out a wail; she wanted more of him, faster, harder, but could not articulate it. He separated from her, then spread her body, staring at the delicate dark pink tone of the flesh between her legs before pouncing upon her once more.

He didn't know much about the female anatomy, but he realized that keeping high and to the top seemed to give her the most pleasure; landing tongue-first upon a funny bump caused her to scream.

Lenny looked into her face in shocked alarm; she had covered her mouth with her right forearm to muffle her noise. The rain outside seemed to mask any noise they made. He laughed into her furry mound, then lashed her with his tongue, causing lust to replace merriment on her face.

His hands found her breasts; for once, his body found an odd sense of coordination, his tongue moving in concert with his fingers in an attempt to reach...something. He knew from Brigitte that girls were supposed to feel something like he felt when he was Very happy, but he wasn't sure if he was doing it right. That made him nervous; this was LAVERNE; he was doing it with Laverne, the only girl he cared a thing for.

With every swipe of his tongue across that bump, he pressed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His conscious mind kept chanting that pinching her would be bad, but whatever he did to her seemed to make her happier.

Laverne's legs tensed; she was sweating, in the ice cold of the car. Experimentally, he carefully suckled the entire area surrounding that lump. Once. Twice.

She screamed again, but her arm covered the noise; then her body spasmed beneath his hands, violently. He heard her moaning his name, and then the word yes twice more. Then she collapsed, breaking the connection between his mouth and her softness.

He didn't stop. Instead, he continued sucking, laving at her, like a man possessed. Twice more, her pleasure built to a throbbing climax; finally she could handle no more pleasure and pushed him away.

For a moment, Lenny wondered if he had hurt her. But she seemed to be breathing, and smiling. He licked his lips, reflexively, tasting her upon his breath and loving it, secretly wanting to drink more from her body. Her eyes fluttered open, and then she smiled.

"C'mmhere," She said, her mouth refusing to work. He understood, slumping against her for a kiss even as his legs killed him.

She tasted herself in his mouth, but didn't mind; as their tongues tangled she became aware of the pressure between their bodies and felt guilty for allowing him to pleasure her so thoroughly without giving a thought to his body.

Laverne dominated the kiss, pushing him backward a bit; wanting to touch his body. To say that he was frightened was an understatement; he shook with pure fear,

"Sshhhs," She said, kissing his collarbone, "Lemme..." she fumbled with his belt, getting it off but not without a great struggle. She sighed.

"Len? Could ya sit up?" He frowned, but managed to, though it felt like torture to separate his body from hers.

He watched Laverne reverse positions, lying on her stomach with her legs angled at uncomfortable angles. Lenny knew what she was going to do, but hadn't even dreamed that she would want to attempt it. But her hands crept up his thighs, and her hands found the distended fly upon his jeans. He shuddered, involuntarily, as the zipper climbed upward, releasing a bit more of him, but not enough.

She yanked at his jeans; he scooted out of them, and they ended up atop her dress in the back seat. It didn't take much more of an effort to reveal the rest of his erection.

She blinked at him, somewhat unable to believe that he had been hiding so much so successfully. She didn't want to grab him, even though every primal urge in her being begged her to.

Then Laverne realized that Lenny's eyes were screwed shut; he was waiting on her rejection. Instead, she nuzzled his chest hair, running her fingers through it; his form was so different from hers; so arousing and alien. Then she returned to a far more pressing thought.

Carefully, she closed her fingers around him; he groaned urgently, arching into her grip; he slid through her loose, cupping touch. He sighed, his teeth had a death grip on his lower lip. Carefully, she stroked him. Loose, soft skin slipped like satin against her hand; a part of him and yet entirely alien to what she knew of Lenny. As hers had before, his legs fell apart on a choked, gurgling gasp. She heard him mumble something about her touch being so soft; this encouraged her to stroke him more firmly, traveling his entire length. And, even though it meant nearly lying on the floor of the car, she cupped his testes with her free hand.

"Kiss me," He whispered. She stared at him blankly; if he meant on the mouth, he was crazy, but this was Lenny, after all....But he arched his hips, and she realized where he wanted her to kiss him and turned beet red.

She wasn't about to reject him at this point, however.

Her breath brushed the tip of his erection, but air bellowed through Lenny's lungs so harshly that he seemed ready to drop dead on her. Her tongue flickered out, tasting a crystal-clear droplet of salty liquid that had pooled at the head of his erection. She shrugged to herself; he had done something sweet for her; now she owed as much to him. Her lips spread, admitted him to her mouth.

Lenny cried out, his hands tensing upon her shoulders. She understood that she was giving him pleasure stronger than he had ever experienced in life simply by holding him in her mouth. Cautiously, she took in an inch of him; then a bit more. She stopped when a gaggy sensation overtook her throat; gradually, she relaxed, then decided that he would be satisfied with this much of her throat.

He was more than satisfied; in fact, he was in heaven. His hands roamed from her hair to her shoulders, finally slipping between her legs. She mentally exclaimed her joy at his long arms and fingers before continuing her ministrations.

Lenny couldn't stand being touched this way for very long. She counted each consuming stroke until he pulled her up off of him by the shoulders.

"Don't ya wanna..." She began, her voice strained, but he shook his head, pressing her backward against the cushion.

"I wanna...ya know...inside ya..." He sputtered, then looked her in the eye, "Please?"

She took a deep breath, then smiled, "Go on, Len." More than her virtue, she yearned for him.

"OK," He sighed, nervous but quite ready for her. He kissed her again, deeply, and she shivered at the pressure of his body against hers. Suddenly, he released her lips, causing her head to fall back with a thunk.

"What?"

"Aww no.." He groaned, "I don't think I got any..." He dove into the back seat, finding his wallet and tearing through it. "Damn!"

Laverne shook her head, "Len...It's OK.."

"Nah it isn't! I ain't takin' care of you an' now I brought ya this far..."

She touched his lips with the tip of her index finger, "Shhh." She whispered, then kissed him, pulling him back into the front seat. "It don't matter, Len." She kissed him once more, then said upon their panting separation, "Cause I love ya."

He froze still, disbelief upon his face. But his second reaction was to kiss her with such fire that his own emotions were clear.

She accepted his weight eagerly; her legs fell open, and their position, though imperfect, was odd.

"Now?" Lenny breathed, holding his needy erection at ready.

She nodded, grasping him gently and leading him to her, "Yeah." She had brought him, with gentle ease, to her entrance, and in his enthusiasm he pierced her soft hollow with one stroke.

Her hips bucked in painful disappointment, and she moaned. Lenny's eyes widened, as he'd hoped he would be her one and only one day. But that had been a long-lapsed dream, an ancient one. The physical evidence to the contrary enthralled him. He wanted to kiss her face, but the position made the notion impossible. She tried to turn from him.

"Shhh.." He whispered, kissing her hand, the only limb he could reach, "Aww...I didn't know nothin'...I'm sorry..."

She shook her head, "S'OK." She took a deep breath, waiting for the ache to return, "It ain't the worst pain I ever felt."

A long pause; a look into her face. He sighed, "Good," He managed to say, sweat coursing down the back of his neck, "Can I move now, Vernie?"

Move? Was it over already? She nodded, and she felt the invading part of him withdraw from her arching body. Without warning, he thrust back into her, knocking the breath out of the both of them. It did hurt Laverne less, but from Lenny's moan agony seemed to be his companion.

He was trying desperately to hold back the need that crept within his body, conscious of that she relaxed herself. He groaned, feeling her tighten experimentally around him; she swayed her hips and nearly undid his control.

Laverne was aware of the fact that he filled her so completely that moving her hips didn't change the pressure he presented within her. Everything she did seemed to nearly kill him.

"Like that," she heard him whisper, "Move...like....that..." He said, guiding her hips with every thrust.

Laverne took a deep breath, following Lenny's motions, surprised at the sweet, melting sensation that slipped through her when she did. Primarily it felt strange to move in such a way...within moments, it seemed second nature.

There seemed to be little time to experiment and play: their lust was urgent, frantic now. To her surprise the pain had faded, was becoming a part of pleasure as she aided him. Lenny pressed into her, withdrew, reentered, faster and faster, and Laverne lost count of the hours, the days; she squeezed Lenny with her body, wanting to keep him there for the rest of her life. Lightning shone above them, brilliantly, as the storm reached its own violent crescendo.

Lenny could think of little more than the fact that he was doing it at last with Laverne, and she loved him, finally loved him.

She could feel his climax building; was aware that, despite the sweet pleasure he built within her, she would not be following him the first time. Her body had been well-pleased before his penetration, and it didn't truly matter to Laverne, so she clung to his pummeling form as he raced through the ecstasies of loving her.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, his face a mask of agonies untold. Lengthening inside of her, Lenny throbbed, then pulsed, then yelled his joy at the rain, the thunder, and filled her completely with desire long withheld.

Laverne savored the feeling of his initial crisis, thrilled at being touched so; the pulsations proved she had loved him well. Suddenly, as a jet of warm liquid poured inside of her body; she cried out at the sensation, his name, then gasped in surprise as her body pulsed in a small, climatic response to his own.

Finally, weakened by his own passion, Lenny collapsed upon Laverne's prone form. Laverne, absorbed in the sweet, warm tingling deep that she felt deep within, wasn't irritated by his weight. Indeed, her exhaustion matched his, and she nearly fell to sleep, until his kisses and warm hug drew her back to wakefulness.

Dimly, she was aware of Lenny cuddling her, still wanting to hold on to the moment; wanting to be as close as possible to her. Laverne responded by wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

"Marry me." He said suddenly.

She laughed softly, her expression sleepy, "What?"

"Marry me." He said very seriously. "Laverne Marie DeFazio, I want ya ta marry me."

She paused for a beat, clearly stunned, then smiled coquettishly, "You realize ya just proposed ta me without sayin' ya love me?"

He looked down between their bodies, which were still mated, and smiled, "I think it's kinda obvious, Vernie." She looked disappointed, so then he kissed her, "I love ya more than I ever loved anyone an' ya still don't notice?!"

She shook her head, kissing him sweetly, "Thank God." She said, "It was almost too late."

He shuddered, remembering how close she'd come to marrying Anthony, "I think I got enough gas left to get us ta Las Vegas."

She smiled, kissing his forehead, "Vegas." She echoed sleepily, floating off.

And the next morning, under a brilliantly cold sunrise, they had driven down to Las Vegas and gotten married. They told no one how they had come to that decision...well, Lenny suspected that Laverne had told Shirley at one point.

But when he returned the car, he told Carmine that those were cherry Popsicle stains on the front seat.

***

"Lenny Kosnoski, I don't believe you."

Lenny awoke from his reverie to find his wife staring at him with an amused expression. He followed her gaze to his lap, and covered himself sheepishly. "Gia asleep?"

She nodded, climbing on to the couch and straddling his lap, "Yup. But you ain't," She teased.

Lenny wriggled his brow, "Yeah, I was thinkin' about...what we were tryin' not ta tell Gianna." He smirked, "What did ya say to her?"

She tilted her head, "We ain't gonna be havin' cabbage fer awhile." She said mysteriously, then brushed herself deliberately against his rising form. God, it was flattering to engender that sort of reaction, years after their marriage.

He kissed her, long, deliberately, with experience. Then he pulled away, "The livin' room?" He asked her.

She grinned, wickedly, "Bein' in public ain't ever stopped ya before," She pointed out, her smirk outrageous as she locked her legs around his waist.

His embarrassment was quickly forgotten. Fifteen minutes later, rational thought died a longer, sweeter death.

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