The Most Romantic Word
By MissyTITLE: The Most Romantic Word
PARTS: One of One
RATING: PG-13 for snogging
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CATEGORY: Humor
PAIRINGS: L/L
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
ERA: Post-California, but we're in Milwaukee.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: What's the most romantic word in Lenny's vocabulary?

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His touch.

She could go on for hours about it; the rasp of his fingers against her hips, or the way his lips brushed hers; were there any better feelings in the whole world?

It astonished her, as a woman starved of love should be when confronted with a banquet of kisses, a buffet of ecstasy, an assembly line of comforting words.

It was too much for her cynical soul to take.

***

It was crazy. She shouldn't be kissing him; not that way. He didn't deserve it.

If her mouth meant no, the words would not form. Her eyes adored.

She knew he loved her.

How? She could see right through him. Of course. Everyone could.

But she loved him. Loved him back. A gift more precious than gold.

He stuck his tongue into her mouth.

****

It was the togetherness that frightened her; the nearness. He was the one who feared linoleum! What were they doing on a tarred up roof, with the scent of inner-city Milwaukee enveloping them.

But to her, it was a field in the wilds of Italy; a tree-lined path in some elfish field. He was her great persuader, but her protector.

They could be in Arizona or Alaska. Anywhere with him was heaven.

So she lay herself upon the tacky tar roof.

****

He stared down at her, tinted in shades of orange and white, like a creamsicle, and he simply could not believe that this was happening to him.

"C'Mere." She breathed.

Her words brought him to action. As he joined her, he spoke her name.

"Mmm?" Her lips grazed the satin of his jacket; he was still too damned far away.

He grinned, speaking one perfectly silly, yet apropos word, "Lint."

Her eyes crossed, but she laughed, remembering.

And Then dragged him down by the lapels, mouth-first.