SERIES: Piecemeal


PART: 1 of 1


RATING: R (f/f sexual situations; language)


PAIRING(s): Laverne/Shirley


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CATEGORY: Angst


FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!


SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-I Do, I Do


SPOILLER/SUMMARY: "This Never Happened" (LaverneShirley Angst)


NOTES: a 100 word drabble.


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Pot was not the impairment she'd imagined.


Her disappointment at the loss of Derek became minor. Who needed men?


(the curve of a breast brushed 'mistakenly')


The wallpaper was pussy pink and it felt like silk when one was shoved against it. (please)


Legend was fact in one respect.


The orgasms were certainly more intense.


***


Laverne felt as well-used as a new bride in the morning, glowing- her fingers bearing the tidal scent of her, the root of her tongue a brambly ache. Fuck Derek, she thought.


Shirley was a wax statue in the scalding tub.


"This never happened."