SERIES: Striking The Print
PART: three of four pieces
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17 (M/F Smut)
PAIRING(s): L/L
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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.
CATEGORY: Romance, Smut
Prequel To: Rolling The Camera
CANNON/SPOILERS: Alt canon for everything after The Robbery
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: How Lenny and Laverne ended up in Hawaii
NOTES: For Kath.

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She was ready to leap out of her skin.

 

You wanted slow, Laverne reminded herself as she dressed up for her date with Lenny.  Slow was threatening to kill her, to make her go up in flames – slow led her to neck in the park with Lenny as if she were a common hooker.  Slow made her feel giddy and weak when they were together.

 

Today marked a full four months of their dating, and in that time they had become deadly serious.  It was January, in the deadly doldrums that existed between New Years and Valentine’s Day.  They were, Laverne’s estimated as she hiked her too-tight red tube dress down, about to get a hell of a lot less boring.

 

She grinned at her reflection – fire engine red lipstick had a way of saying “I want you, sailor, so throw me onto the floor and go to town.”  At least that was what she hoped Lenny would derive from her manner of dress…

 

The grin broadened.  And there was no Shirley around to slow her down...

 

A knock sounded at the door, and her cheeks ached from her grin.  Lenny wasn’t gonna have any idea what had hit him...

 

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The movie was dishwater –dull, a stultifying melodrama that had their eyes drooping – and the nearly-empty movie theatre spoke of it’s dullness.  Such mendacity provided a perfect opportunity for flirtation.

 

Ensconced at the back of the theatre, with rows and rows of empty seats between the two of them and the nearest person, Laverne felt her voluptuously sensual feelings take hold. 

 

She began with her fingers – teasing his when they met accidentally in the popcorn bucket.  Then she tickled her way up his wrist to tease his open palm.  He shivered and tried to pull his hand away.

 

Sneaking a look through the darkness, Laverne reached for his face and pulled him in for a gentle, slow kiss.  Lenny was all too willing to be led – he melted into her touch, and met her tongue with tentative swipes when she stroked with hers.  His moans deepened, his hand coming around the back of her and cupping her head.

 

Laverne’s hands busied themselves by unsnapping his jacket and pushing it down his shoulders.  Lenny’s eyes shoot open – blank with fear, they spoke of panic before his abrupt struggles could.  But she releases his tongue and gives him a satiny smile.  “Ssh!” Laverne whispered. 

 

She tugged his teeshirt up, just a little, to better play with the soft flesh of his belly, the dark blond hair springing up on his chest and stomach.  His mouth fell open, tongue lolling as he groaned.

 

“Sssh,” she repeated herself.  Then she unbuckled his belt.

 

“La-verne!” he gaped.

 

“Doncha want me, Lenny?”

 

He eyed her curiously, then rocked his hips against her hand, brushing the bulge of his sex against her open palm.  “You want it like this?” he wondered.

 

She grinned and unzipped his fly, her fingers parting the rough denim.   Therein she encountered nothing but silk in all of its forms – the rougher texture of pubic hair and the soft material of his boxers, and the firm smoothness of his shaft.  This last she tugged free of its confines before stroking it gently to full hardness.

 

Sinking to her knees, Laverne locked eyes with Lenny before licking him from base to tip.  The musky-bitter taste of his flesh tickled her tongue, appealing though it could never be described as delicious.  Lunging forward, she engulfed him, the head of his dick finding full purchase within her wet throat.

 

Lenny let out a squeaking moan, and his hips involuntarily bucked up against her face.  Terror and lust mixed in his gaze, but she patted his stomach gently, then ran her left hand down his torso to brush against his inner thighs.

 

Her right hand held his shaft in place as she sucked on him with an easy rhythm that made him buck against her.  His enthusiasm caused her to choke; pulling his shaft from her mouth, she stroked him with her fist as she muffled a cough in his thigh.

 

“Gentler,” she muttered after gaining control of her throat.

 

“Sorry,” he whispered, running his hands over her hair.  He stroked her shoulders and played with her hair, then rubbed her back as she regained her former momentum.

 

The task had gone from a pleasurable chore to a sensual exploration.  Her right hand hiked up her dress, slipped between her thighs and began to massage her own mound softly.

 

Laverne grunted – she was wet, aching, a void of desire, overwhelmed by Lenny’s clear need for her.  She wanted to come.  It was all she wanted, all she needed, all she could bear to think of.

 

Not like this.

 

She released his prick, withdrawing her fingers from her own sex.  “Here,” she told him, rising to her feet, hiking up her dress as high as she dared.  He stared at her softness with unhidden desire and tried to grab her hips, to grind his face against her.  “No,” she held him back, her need so strong that she could barely manage more than one word at a time.  “Condoms?”

 

He dug frantically around in the back pocket of his jeans, producing the needed rubber.  She stroked his hardness just once more before turning around, tugging her sodden panties down her thighs, and mounting him.

 

She couldn’t see his face in this position – she wished she could.  She settled for listening to his groans as she sank down on his erection, spread wide by the heat of him, braced in his bearhug and against the theatre seats.

 

She introduced friction gently, afraid to alert the rest of the small audience to their doings.  Lust got the better of her – soon the seat creaked with a regular rhythm and Lenny struggled to muffle his groans against her back.  His right hand slipped between her thighs, making a slow stroking motion that tantalized her clit.

 

Laverne groaned, biting her lip, bouncing hard against his soft-skinned body.  His hands tightened against her hips, but she couldn’t remain still – she needed him, fast and hard and deep as she could get him.  Lenny reciprocated her frustrated wiggling – the counter-motion made her want to scream.  Her eyes glued to the screen, watching the Technicolor-brunette as she smiled effusively at Laverne, as if encouraging her to orgasm.  Her body hunched and bucked as a sudden orgasm exploded through her form – It triggered Lenny into a series of spasms, and she felt him throb in an answering crises.

 

They managed to clean themselves up and put forth some semblance of normalcy as the movie ended.  They headed unsteadily to the truck.

 

When they were alone, Lenny finally laughed.  “Geesh, Laverne…”

 

“I’m sorry, Len – I dunno what I was thinkin’…” She grinned, but said more seriously. “I guess I couldn’t take the waiting no more…”

 

Lenny groaned.  “I’ll say!”   He turned the key in the ignition.  “Guess you ain’t afraid to be seen out with me?”

 

She shook her head.  “It’s been four months, ya big dope – if I didn’t wanna be here I wouldn’t be here.”

 

Lenny grinned at her.  “Good,” the car coasted down Knapp Street, where he pulled to a stop. 

 

“You didn’t think I was too much?”

 

He shook his head.  “You was perfect,” he gave her a concerned look.  “You ain’t gonna tell Shirl?”

 

“Len!” Shirley would ball her out for…well, balling Lenny in public.  At her door, she reached up for a gentle kiss.  “Next time, I wanna see your face.”

 

He giggled at the idea of next time, nearly skipping off to his apartment.  Little did he know there would be a million next-times over the ensuing years….

 

 

 

 

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