PART: 1 of 1

RATING: R (semi-explicit M/F sex with intercourse)

PAIRING(s): L/L

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SETTING IN TIMELINE: An alternate version of the ending to  Lenny's Crush

SPOILLER/SUMMARY:  "Liar." (L/L and the other side of things)

NOTES: Another version of the events of LC.

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"Liar," he said calmly.

She was taken aback.  "It's true, Len," she said.  "I don't got any feelings for you that way.  I'm sorry."

"Do you wish you did?"

He stared at her wall, eyes as far from her as he could manage. 

"What kinda question is that?"

Lenny grabbed her hands fiercely.  "If I didn't look like me, would you 'feel' like that for me?"

"I can't..."

He pressed his mouth hard to hers and she squirmed violently beneath him.  For a few moments she lay beneath him, oppressed and intrigued by his thrusting tongue.

Her knee came up and pushed him apart.  He lay against the couch on his back.  "You want me," he accused.

She wiped her mouth against the back of her hand.  "No."

He caught his breath, gave her one long look of regret.  "Okay."

Laverne felt her heart skip against her ribs.  "Huh?"

"I guess I'll go upstairs and call Gretchen," Lenny said and got up off of the couch.

Laverne strained, following him without getting up.  "Gretchen?  The girl with the hairlip?"

"No, Gretchen's the new girl in labeling," Lenny said, already on the landing.  "She asked me to go to the Braves game but I turned her down to go with you."

You said with such icy contempt made her bones chill, but it was the idea of faithful, loyal, sweet Lenny adoring another girl made her stomach turn.  "Can't you hang out tonight, Len?" she hated the whine in her voice.

Lenny crossed his arms over his chest protectively.  "Why do I wanna spend time with a girl who don't have

'it' for me?"

Laverne felt herself turn crimson under her foundation.  "None of this is my fault," she said sharply.  "It ain't my fault you thought I loved you like that when I..." she bit her tongue.

Lenny turned around, one eyebrow raised.  "What?  Think I'm too ugly and yucky to hang around with?"

"No!"  

He didn't believe her.  "Why doncha let me go, Laverne?" he snapped, pulling open the front door.  "Leave me alone and let me find a girl who'll love me for me?"

She was on the landing, her hand around his left wrist.  "Lenny!"

"You're gonna make me miss her!"

"Len," Laverne said quietly, "she's right here."

The door slammed.  "What're you trying to do to me?" he howled.  "I can't be a monk, Laverene!"

"You don't need to do that, either."

She jumped, throwing her legs around his waist and slamming her mouth on his.

Lenny crumpled under her enthusiasm, crashing them both to the ground but he kissed her back, hands roaming over her back. 

He pulled back from her.  "Why'd you change your mind?"

"I dunno - I've been crazy since you said you loved me, but when I think of you with Gretchen I wanna rip her hair out by the roots."

"Do you love me?"

"Let's take it a little slower than that," she suggested, reaching under her blouse and unsnapping her bra.  "Only a little slower..."

He picked her up off of the floor and carried her to the couch, his hands all over her soft skin as he discovered her breasts.

She moaned into his mouth as he massaged her breast.  "Are you wet right now?" he suggested. 

"Maybe," she said against his mouth.

"You want me to take my clothes off..."

Laverne sat back on the couch, all of her fear instantly melting away as he tossed off his yellow polo shirt and olive pants.  His slim white body engendered a combination of curiosity and a percolation of desire in her lower belly.  He was still Lenny as he tried to unbutton his pants.  It would be all right - even better than all right.

He sat down on the couch in his boxers.  "Beautiful, you better be sure..."

She stood up and slipped out of the blouse, jeans and loose bra.  He took her into his arms and his hand caressed the length of her torso on the long trek to her breast.  When his hand brushed between her legs she jerked them together on a gasp.

"Please, Laverne," he mumbled against her breast.  "Please, please, please lemme show you how good I can make you feel."

What could she do?  Not a surrender - that would be a gesture of inaction - but willingly participate in the unraveling of the mystery.

So they made the long journey to passion in the bright light of the living room, uncaring if anyone burst in, so fervent were they to reach the end of the rainbow.  She urged him into taking her there on the couch while she knelt facing the door, his hands on her breasts and their groaning voices melting into one.  They were lost in the fantastic bliss and would never, it seemed, surface again.

***

Hours later, Shirley Feeney returned home to find her best friend on her back, her eyes closed and a look of intense passion on her face as Lenny Kosnowski thrust into her body with an insane vigor.  She barely avoided rending the air with a shriek, backing out into the hallway and up the staircase.

Not quite able to register what she'd seen, she silently walked back upstairs and knocked on Carmine's door.

He gave her a look of surprise.  "Angelface?  I thought you were gonna take Laverne to the movies."

"Change of plans.  Can I stay with you for awhile?"

"Sure.  What happened to Laverne?  Is she depressed?  Did she nip this thing with Lenny in the bud?"

She winced, but managed a smile.  "Not the kind of nipping you'd think."

"Huh?"

She pushed her way into the apartment.  "Please get me a Yoo-Hoo, Carmine," she said, sitting on the couch and hoping the Tarzan movie playing on his set would erase what she'd just seen,  "it's gonna be a long night."