SERIES:  This is LA

PART: 1 of 1

RATING:  NC-17 (Het porn, including oral)

PAIRING(s): L/L

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CATEGORY: Smut

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SETTING IN TIMELINE:   Post-show AU

SPOILLER/SUMMARY: “Some margaritas.”  (Lavenny.  Smut)

NOTES:  Some random porn…

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Laverne allowed herself to sink inch by inch into the bubbling cauldron of water, groaning softly as it  lapped at her exhausted muscles.  On a long sigh her head fell back against the rim of the tub and she automatically groped for the half-full margarita glass she’d left on the deck.  Retrieving it, she sipped the melted contents and admired Carmine’s taste in real estate once again.  Her best girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend, thanks to a series of lucky breaks, was now a movie star with a house in the swankest area of the Hills, and he wasn’t afraid to share his good fortune with old friends.  Today marked the box office opening of his first performance in a starring role, and he’d invited all of the old gang home for a private party after the official premier.  Laverne grinned to herself; Carmine sure did know how to celebrate, as confirmed by the sight of Squiggy’s limp body lying on the sofa in the den behind her, a lampshade over his eyes.  Laverne’s stomach still groaned from the food she’d consumed, and she tingled all over from the mixed drinks she’d been sipping.  There’d been dancing, too much dancing, her stomach reminded her petulantly – she took another sip and put down her glass on the rim of the tub.  Opening her eyes, she saw a million twinkling lights aflame in the cul-de-sacs nearby, and a spotlight gilded the sky, leftover fanfare; in a half-aware daze she watched it dance across the sky. 

For the first time that night, she wasn’t thinking about Bob. 

She bit back a self-depreciating moan.  Damn it, she’d promised herself she’d stop thinking of that bastard the second he pulled out of the driveway of their home in Benedict Canyon with their life savings, but it was so hard to get used to being a single woman again.  Having spent ten years as a housewife, Laverne had been afraid to adjust to the new modern working world, and it had taken too many hours at Ajax to rebuild her reputation.

Glancing down at the blurred white mark on her finger, she sighed, trying to rub it pink with her knuckle.  Inspiration struck.  Since she was so upset, another margarita would be spiffy…

As she reached for the nearby pitcher the glass slipped out of her hand and shattered on the wooden deck.

“Vernie?” she dimly recognized the tender voice calling her.  “Hey,”   Lenny peered into her eyes.  “I think you had enough for tonight.”  She smiled blearily.  “How many?”  She held up two, three, five, eight fingers.   He shook his head.  “You’re gonna have a headache tomorrow.”

Laverne giggled; Lenny’s tone of dismay sounded so cute from where she sat.  Cute – the word described Lenny pretty well right now.  If she squinted, he looked kinda handsome in his shirt…and underwear.

“Pants.”

“Huh?”

“What happened to your pants?”

“I got ketchup on ‘em,” he explained, smiling.  And he was so cute when he smiled…

“C’mere,” she urged, trying to coax him close with flirtatious touches.  He blushed and squirmed away, forcing her to grab Lenny by his white button-downs shirt. 

“Laverne…” he tried to wiggle free of her grip, but it was unbreakably firm.  With one quick yank he tumbled into the bubbling brew face-first.

“Len?” she called, real fear in her voice.  He can’t swim, dopey!  She chastised herself, and reached under the steamy bubbles to pull him toward the fresh air.  He sputtered, water pouring from his nose.  “Len?” she giggled.  He glared at her through his wet locks. “How drryyyy are yoouuu?” she crooned, making him laugh.    He playfully splashed her, the warm water doing a wee bit to sober her up, and at last, smiled back.

“Are you okay?”

She shrugged.  “As okay as I’m gonna be.”

He squirmed a little.  “I know it’s your first time out since the divorce came through…”

She stopped him with a supplicating palm.  “I’m over him, Len.”

Lenny glanced at the shattered glass.  “You sure?”

“Sure I’m sure,” she pushed him playfully, and he giggled.  She looked out at the Hills again.  “New moon,” she noticed. 

“Fits – you got a new life…”

She shrugged.  “It’s hard,” she admitted.  “Harder than I thought.”

“You don’t stick with someone for ten years and then leave and make it easy,” Lenny said, in his usual wise savant tone. 

“What about you, eh?” she stroked his sleeve-covered arm, raising goosebumps under the thin material in her wake.  “You been dating much?”  Laverne abruptly realized she was leering and forced herself to give him distance.

“Nah,” he shrugged, clearly disturbed and yet aroused by her behavior.  He crossed a leg over his knee to keep her from seeing a little too much of him.

“Aww,” she purred; too drunk to stop herself from seeking human contact, Laverne scooted closer, then wrapped an arm about his shoulder. “Yanno, Len…I always thought you were cuter than Squiggy…”

“Yeah?” he brightened up, but quickly shut down.  “So?”

“So?!” she punched his arm playfully and missed by a mile.  “So I think you’re starting to show some of that potential Karen talked about all those years ago.”

Lenny snorted.  “All I got to my name is a truck and a one-room apartment.”

“And you’re a good kisser,” she tossed in breathlessly.

He froze, staring at her.  “Huh?”

“You’re a good kisser,” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck.  Sealing their lips together, she proved her point.

Lenny pulled reluctantly away from her teasing lips.  “Vernie,” he whispered.  His eyes went clear.  “Vernie?”

She pulled him closer, allowing every curve of her not-bad-for-forty-four body to press against the planes of his.  “Lenny,” she said, sweet as could be, “let this happen, okay?” I need it.

His mouth worked soundlessly – she stopped him from speaking with another kiss.

Hands shot out through the water, torpedoing reason and logic as desire took hold.  She unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, listening to it hit the deck with a wet squelching noise not unlike a foot hitting a filled rainboot.  His hand brushed her breast more cautiously through the bikini top she wore – as they kissed she reached behind her and unclasped it.  Putting a little space between them, she playfully flicked it over her shoulder as his eyes feasted upon her flesh.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, reaching out to caress her so that she leaned into his touch, eyes half-open as his warm hands soothed her skin.  He took his time, inching closer to her pert nipples - when he finally stroked her there she groaned loudly.

Her eyes opened slowly.  “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she replied, her fingertips combing through his chest hair and inching slowly toward the elastic band of his boxer shorts…

Lenny scooted toward her, urging the progress of her fingers until she pulled the shorts down off of his hips.  She looped the shorts around her fingers, flicking them over her shoulder with a merry snap.  If they landed down in the valley, she wouldn’t have cared.

He laughed, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her from the water.  Laverne allowed herself to be seated on the rim of the tub, allowed Lenny to ply her breasts with his gentle mouth.  She slowly slunk backward onto the deck and his lips slipped downward.

Laverne groaned again, her fingers tightening on the back of his head.  She allowed Lenny to feed of her softness, his gentle suction making her groan and her toes curl against his sides.  For long minutes he alternated between her breasts, sucking and licking at the tips, then resting his head in their cleavage with a long sigh.

He lifted his mouth, snaking downward.  “More?”

She spread her legs in answer, and so his mouth trailed lower, lower…Yes.  Bob never did this for her, never offered to.  Fuck him, she thought to herself, abandoning her body to the gentle-cum-insistent touch upon her flesh.  Lenny was good with his tongue, surprising for one so oafish as he, and she closed her eyes and allowed her orgasm to build leisurely, dulled slightly by the number of margaritas she’d consumed.  It took a long time to get there, but when she did it sent her eyes rolling and her heart to throbbing, a violent tremble coursing through her body and making her cling to the top of his head.

A few moments later he surfaced, his eyes on hers.  She sat up, smiled and reached down for him, stroking gently.

He sighed and moaned, nearly falling back off his feet.  Don’t die on me, Len, she mentally scolded, then guided him over to the rim of the tub and sat him down, slipping to her knees, eyes never leaving his. 

Blowjobs – something she was good at but didn’t particularly enjoy giving.  Concentrating on Lenny and making him feel good, she closed her eyes and licked the tip of his cock.  Each groan and involuntary movement of her hips told her she was doing well and encouraged her to take more of him, to enjoy it, to ignore the memory of Bob and his roughness when it came to this act.

After a few moments Lenny’s hand clamped down upon her shoulder.  She looked up.  He was red-faced, gasping, and it took a moment for the words to come.  “Let’s go inside.”

She shook her head, stood up, and turned around, bending over and supporting her head on the deck.  “Here,” she said, offering him her body.

He hesitated for a brief moment.  “You sure?”

“Yes, Len.”  She’d always wanted to do it out open….Bob was afraid they’d be found…

Lenny surprised Laverne by grabbing her around the waist and lifting her in the air.  She knew what he was up to and scissor her legs around his waist, reaching down quickly to shove aside her bikini bottom, then guiding his seven inches to meet her descent.  Impaling herself upon him slowly, easily, she gasped at the comforting fit they made.  Soon the motions began, the ride a slow one, unhurriedly, as if he hadn’t dreamed about doing this to her for years.  She opened her eyes; Lenny’s face was silhouetted in the glow of Hollywood’s lights, his features tense, his arms squeezing at her ribs, and she knew that he was in it to make it last.  But she wanted everything at once, everything NOW.  She cried out her surprise as he suddenly stepped out of the hot tub, carrying her out and through the open sliding door, then down the hallway to his borrowed room.

No time for a chair or the bed; now the jouncing ride was rough, but she craved it – pressed against the wall, her head thrown back and her mouth open, she took his vigorous thrusting with a wild-eyed expression.

Laverne nibbled on his neck, making him work for it, making him fuck her harder and harder.  Her teeth dug into his shoulder as she closed her eyes, an orgasm taking her completely unaware.  It galvanized Lenny into coming himself, flooding her and leaving her limp with relief.  They sunk down the wall,  slipping together, still connected, turning Carmine’s carpet into a soaked mess.  After a long time she opened her eyes to find him watching her.   

He laughed, to break the tension.  “That was fun.”

She wrinkled her nose, unable to disagree. Running her fingers over his chest, she tried her best disco queen voice.  “You’re something else.”

He yawned.  “Can you stay the night?”

She considered it, and answered him by standing, separating their bodies and pulling back the cover on the bed. 

As they lay together in their borrowed bed, Laverne was in a quandary.  What came next?  she had no clue, but she had to admit that fucking Lenny Kosnowski had sobered her up quicker than a cup of coffee.