Welcome Home
By Missy

TITLE: Welcome Home
PARTS: One of One
RATING: NC-17 (Adult Content/M/F)
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CATEGORY: Smut; romance
PAIRINGS: L/L
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny returns home from another Squiggtones tour, and Laverne has missed him.
NOTES: A shot, smut sequel to "Goodnight Saigon".

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"I've missed you..." His body confirms that fact without trying. He strips her so slowly that she almost relaxes completely beneath his touch.

"Missed you more." She responded. He winces when her foot accidentally bounces off of his guitar, sending a discordant note through the air. He gently pushes her back onto the bed.

The kisses were coming closer to where they needed to be. Her growl is confirming, but instead he rises above her and presses himself clearly to her panties. Silk and denim; an old cliché that becomes the night rather well. He rubs and grinds himself against her with an urgency born of months overseas. It's too much for her, and she spasms against him, head lolling.

Cloth shifts; eyes wide. "Wow...with them on?!" She would be amused, if she didn't need him so badly. Nothing between them from now on; she swallows him whole and all he can make is a strangled gasp.

She can't get enough of him; her own voice becomes a series of muted cries. There is an explosion; flashes of blue and red. She hears a dull roar, feels a pulsing below.

He falls asleep on top of her, and she is comforted by the weight.

Lightening stirs her to life moments later. His hand tightens against her abdomen.

"It's okay. I'm here."

"Don't leave me." She hears herself say.

"I love you, Vernie."

"I love you." She agrees. Sleep claims them easily.

To "us"