Take Thee
By Missy TITLE: Take Thee
RATING: R-ish(A wee bit of smut, some mild anatomical humor)
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NOTES: Another little fic that's just a moment in time.
CATEGORY: L&L romance
TIMELINE: Circa Milwaukee; Post "LBYL".
SPOILLERS FOR: "LBYL."
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SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne enjoy some private time after their wedding.

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"A life without surrender is a life without commitment" -
J. Rubin.

This night was magic.

He hadn't believed in it before. Most people who lived in a fantasy world, past hope that it might work out for the better, held no belief at all.

But he'd always believed in her.

Saved; they were each other's salvation, sweet and honest. He could have no better woman by his side, and knew it. The problem had been making his conviction her own; yet still, there they lay; unified in the virgin-white sheets that had belonged to his grandmother.

He smiled to remember the wedding; how it had been old-world enough to make his Grandmother weep tears of gladness. Their friends had scraped it up from nothing; an old-fashioned block party that had lasted for hours. He smiled at the memories; Mrs. Babbish's cake, Squiggy's toast; The twin-hose salute from Milwaukee's Fire Department, Company B (Lenny didn't want to know what Laverne had done with those boys that had inspired them so, but whatever it had been, he was grateful for the opportunity to cool off).

But the one memory he would lock within his mind for the rest of his life; lifting her veil. Seeing her eyes shine up at him with love; real, full-blooded love. He had waited years to see that sparkle.

His elbow slowly grew numb, necessitating a shift; knees slid back against hers. Laverne whined in her sleep, her legs clutching his waist in an act of possession. Her arms wound more tightly around his middle as she burrowed into a comfortable lee between his neck and shoulder, stilling back to sleep.

Lenny smiled down at her. She's still holdin' on, He thought to himself, remembering exactly how fearless she could be in their intimacy...the thoughts demanded diversion as blood surged to life through his body.

Memorizing her face proved a better distraction. The mother of his children; that very notion was just beginning to sink in. His fingers slipped through her soft hair, the same color as the ginger-tinged caramel his mother had been so fond of. He frowned to himself; another bad memory to drive away. A forefinger came in contact with something petal-soft; memory clicked to life in his mind. Flowers; Shirley had woven flowers into Laverne's hair. Lenny grinned, remembering the haste they had been in to start their honeymoon; Laverne hadn't even gotten the opportunity to change into one of those skimpy nighties she'd brought along....

That thought, of course, ruined his attempt to avoid further excitement. Green eyes had opened, and were watching him with sleepy ardor.

"Did I wake ya up?"

She smiled sleepily, glancing down between their bodies, "Kinda," She grinned. He realized abruptly what had woken up and felt heat flood his face; yet at the same time he laughed. Only Laverne could do this to him; bring out the saltier side of his humor and still make him shyer than a virgin.

"Sorry," He apologized, "I was kinda thinkin' about you an' skimpy negligence an I lost tracka...." His lips were at once enveloped in a tender kiss, one that swiftly obliterated his repentant mood. When they separated, she was the one smiling in bliss.

"One more time?" She asked him softly.

"Oh yeah," He groaned, his voice guttural. She laughed wickedly in response, and the realization that this could be every night of their married life together only made his nerves sing with desire.

"Len?" She asked him, much later, when the moon had begun to descend from the sky and the room brightened with tones of azure and orange.

"Mmm?" He uttered, his face resting against her forehead.

"'Member when you proposed to me the first time? An' you an' Squig flipped a coin?"

"Yeah," He said.

"You're right," She said, kissing his chin as her head drooped down to the pillow, "You won."

And she was right. He had, and he would spend every day and night of his life making his victory all the more hers

Fin!























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