AUTHOR: Missy
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PART: 6 of
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RATING: NC-17 (thematic
material; M/F sexual relations including oral)
PAIRING(s): L/L
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SETTING IN TIMELINE:
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne takes Lenny's final proposal far
more seriously than he intended. When
Laverne's mock-wedding starts to take on way more meaning than she intended,
Shirley begins to question the validity of her rushed
nuptials to Doctor Walter Meaney.
NOTES: From something Kath told me about the proposal scene.
***
Laverne groaned as Lenny pressed her fiercely against the
bedroom wall, gluing his mouth to hers.
She cried out in protest of his roughness, enjoying the thrill it gave
her at the same time. God, everything
she felt for him was so painfully contrary!
His hands found the edge of her nightshirt and she let him
pull it over her head and his eyes streaked up and down her body
furiously. Suddenly she was on her back
on the middle of her bed, and Lenny was shucking his jeans and tee-shirt
off. His long, pale body slammed down on
hers and she entangled her limbs around him, drawing him into the hot well of
her body.
He thrust fiercely, jarring her bones and the bed, making
her hips jerk up in response to his every gesture. "Did you think about this?" he
asked, squeezing her breasts with his left hand, balanced on his right,
"did you think bout me sticking it in you?
S'that why your cunt's so hot?"
Laverne responded by bucking up, beyond finding offense at
his language. He talked endlessly about
how hot she was, how wet she was, how he was going to do this to her until they
were too tired to move, then he would wake her up and do it again. She moaned and reached down, her hand teasing
his balls, throwing the balance in her favor.
The dual sensations of wet pussy and soft fingers broke
Lenny's willpower. In two jarring
thrusts she was drenched to the tune of his regret-filled moaning. They lay hyperventilating together, body to
body, alone in the pitch darkness. She
was so stunned by the violence of the act that she failed to notice she had the
ammunition she needed.
"What happened?" she wondered.
"You got me all worked up," Lenny replied. She saw worry flicker across his face. "Are you on the...?"
"Yeah, I'm on the pill," she said.
Lenny sighed, and she shifted her hips. Deep within her she felt him expanding in
response.
"Oh!" she said, surprised by the sensation. She looked up into his face through the dim
light of the evening and saw a wicked grin on his face.
"You ain't ever had a guy who could go twice in a
night?" he asked.
"I ain't had as many guys as you think," Laverne
said, then regretted revealing.
"I shoulda guessed - you're
pretty tight," he winced. "Do
you hurt?"
His affection softened her.
"No, Len - I don't hurt."
He looked down at her for a few minutes, watching her face
in the light. His kiss surprised her,
his lips raining sweetness down on her skin.
The second time he was as gentle as a feather caressing a kitten but no
less passionate.
They lay in the darkness afterward, holding hands. Laverne eyed her doom as he watched her back,
big blue eyes filled with love for her.
He wanted to marry her.
He was GOING to marry her if she didn't stop him.
What do I want? Laverne wondered. Had he come back here to use her as per their
bet, or to make his claim on her as a wife?
It would be a miracle if he had come up here to touch her out of love.
"So, missus Kosnowski-to-be," he said, "wanna
go downstairs and get a snack?"
Laverne was bereft of words.
"Laverne! Come
down here!"
Her green eyes widened.
"SHIRLEY," she mouthed to Lenny, and Lenny's antic face made
her wish she could laugh. Laverne
grabbed her discarded clothing from the floor and dressed hurriedly as Lenny
did the same.
Downstairs, Shirley waited, Doctor Walter on her arm. Shirley's eyebrow arched at the sight of
Lenny coming out of their bedroom.
"Hey, Shirl," Laverne said blandly.
"Laverne, we've come to collect you," Walter said
brusquely. "Could you retrieve
Shirley's gown from her bedroom and pack an overnight bag? The minister's office closes at
"Which minister?"
Shirley smiled.
"Walter decided we shouldn't wait any more - after all, he might be
shipped out at any time..."
"That's right - make hay while the sun shines, I always
say..."
"You're getting married? Tonight?"
Laverne bit down the panic she felt.
"Yes we are," Walter smiled. "I just couldn't wait to be with my
honeybunch."
"And I can't wait to be with my Wallybear."
"Wallykins, honey. I preffer
Wallykins."
Laverne shot Lenny a desperate glance, and he, naturally, interrupted
her request the wrong way. "You got
room for one more?"
Walter eyed Lenny distastefully, but Shirley gave his hand a
sharp squeeze. "Sure, why
not?" Walter smiled, his eyes refusing to touch on Lenny.
"Okay, I'll go pack my bag, Lenny'll
go pack his bag, and Shirley'll wait in the car with you," Laverne
decided. "Where'd you find a
preacher to wait up for you? It's past
eight."
"Oh, I know a father who lives in a room at a
winery," Walter shrugged. "He
collects expensive
Fear kissed Laverne's neck.
"Winery?"
"Oh yes, be sure to take a tinkle before you
leave," Walter smiled at the gathered group. "It's three hours out to the