TITLE: Always Kiss Me Goodnight
UNIVERSE: Always...
AUTHOR: Missy, OldTimeFan, Shotzette
EMAIL: lasfic@yahoo.com, shotzette@yahoo.com
PART: 1 of 1
RATING: NC-17 (explicit M/F sexual relations, Adult thematic material, language)
PAIRING(s): L/L;
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SETTING
IN TIMELINE:
SEQUEL TO: Ever After, Always A Bridesmaid, Always Prepared, Always a Mess, Always Apologize First, Always a Challenge, Always Too Much Lasagna, Always There For You, Always About You, Always Looking In Higher Places, Always Something Else, Always Hide Your Waterballoons, Always Safe, Always Calm Before a Storm and Always Say You Love Me. Sixteenth in this continuity.
SPOILERS FOR: The entire universe, I Do, I Don't.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne and Lenny finally go on their honeymoon, but will the consummation take place?
NOTES: Section 1 written by Shotzette; Section 2 written by Missy; Section 3 written by OldTimeFan.
***
Laverne groaned softly as she forced her eyelids open in the darkened bedroom. Her neck ached from the cockeyed way that her head had lain against the edge of the pillow and the rhythmic sound of Lenny’s quiet snoring reassured her that she wasn’t alone. The fact that she was probably on day two of her honeymoon and was still a virgin was less reassuring to her.
She shifted against her husband in the darkness and let her eyes adjust to the dim moonlight trickling in through the window. Her shifting pushed her ready to burst bladder to it’s limits and she willed her tired limbs into movement towards the bathroom; all the while praying that she wouldn’t trip over something en route as she snatched up her overnight bag from the floor.
She closed the bathroom door quietly, wincing at its squeak before flipping on the bathroom light. Good god, she thought as she grimaced in to the mirror, blessed her lucky stars that the lights in there weren’t even fluorescent. Her carefully sculpted hairdo and professionally applied make up from yesterday-- the day before, who the hell actually knew--were cartoon-like nightmares of their formal selves. The running eye make up and over lacquered and now-dirty hair made her look like the wreck of the Hesperus! A quick sniff made her realize that the clock had run out on her deodorant as well and that she REALLY needed to brush her teeth.
She flipped open her overnight case and pawed through the assorted satin, lace, and netted under things that she’d received at her shower as she retrieved the small tube of Crest and her toothbrush. A quick shower, fresh make up and hair, a sexy little teddy, and she’d be all ready to wake up her hubby for a little much needed consummation. She was ready to consummate his brains out right there on the spot.
Laverne sighed as the hot spray from the shower hit her skin and allowed her self to luxuriate under the deluge for several long minutes. It was real, she reminded herself. She and Lenny were now Mr. and Mrs. Kosnowski, ‘til death do they part, forever and ever, finito. It felt wonderful she thought with a grin as she reached down a thick bar of brown soap and began to lather herself.
A large hand cupped her buttocks and before she could scream or throw a first punch, Lenny said, “Need any help with those hard to reach places?”
“Aw,” she whined as she opened the shower curtain to admit his pale nude form, “you ruined my surprise.”
He eyed her up and down appreciatively as he began to lather his hands. “Surprises ain’t all they cracked up to be, Vernie. I thought the hall door was the bathroom door and went into the wrong bathroom. By the way, we ain’t the only couple staying here, and that other gal don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
She opened her mouth to respond but words failed her as his soap slick hands ran up and down her torso.
“You’re kinda dirty, Mrs. Kosnowski,” he whispered suggestively against her ear as his questing fingers teased her. “Lucky for you, I like dirty girls.”
She grinned against his throat as her fingertips brushed against the bar of soap before returning his caress. “Pot calling the kettle black, Mr. Kosnowski. This here,” she said as her fingers encircled his rapidly swelling shaft, “could use a lot of scrubbing.”
He moaned an octave lower than his usual tone and his eyes closed as his head lolled back. After several long moments of her ministrations, he said thickly, “Feel free to clean me up anytime.”
Laverne’s left hand joined her right in her battle for hygiene. “I never knew that you were such a neat freak.”
“Marriage can change a guy,” he said as he pulled her close to him and his arms snaked around her, making her skin prickle despite the hot spray from the showerhead.
As usual, he read her mind. “Wanna find dryer ground?”
Her answer was to throw her arms around his neck and leaped up against him, while scissoring him in her strong thighs. She felt Lenny stumble and for a split second had a nightmarish premonition involving a slick bathtub floor, a loud crashing noise, and an awkward conversation in the emergency room. Fortunately for her, Lenny proved to for once be as surefooted as a mountain goat as he nimbly walked the two of them out of the steamy bedroom and back to the queen sized bed.
“Mmmmhph,” she groaned against his mouth as her wet back pressed against the top of the quilt. Now. The next few minutes were lost in desperate, but unneeded caresses on both their parts as they both tried to delay the coupling that they both so wanted.
“S’okay,” she whispered in his ear as his lips trailed down her neck to meet his hands at her breasts. “I’m ready, Lenny. Please…”
He looked at up at her, blue eyes questioning and looking right through her. His right hand stroked her once as if to reassure himself, and the brief graze of his fingers against her damp flesh made her catch her breath. Quickly, he positioned himself between her thighs, while watching her face for any sign of discomfort or fear.
Moaning aloud, she rose up to meet him, finally feeling the smoothest—and hardest part of his flesh penetrate the softest part of hers. Laverne inhaled sharply at the quick twinge of pain, but the feeling was immediately replaced by an intoxicating feeling of fullness. Her eyes opened as she looked up into Lenny’s face, conflicted by lust and concern. “Good,” she whispered as she tightened herself around him experimentally, thrilled to see him gasp and shudder in response to her, “It feels so good to have you in me, Len.”
“Laverne!” Lenny’s hands moved all over her, from breast to bush, blindly grasping as he moved more quickly within her. “Laverne, I…” His words were cut short as his body shuddered above hers, his hands fiercely grabbing her buttocks as he pulled her tightly against him. The combined stimulation of Lenny releasing inside of her, his harsh, damp breath against her ear, the friction of her clit brushing against his curls proved to be her undoing. Laverne felt herself on the edge, dizzy and unable to breath as she surrendered to her tremors as he did to his.
When she was able to think again, she realized that he had somehow pushed himself out and off of her and lay next to her on his back, his breathing harsh as the evidence of their coupling strung itself across their thighs.
“Are… “ Lenny’s voice squeaked in a way that it hadn’t since the torturous hell that was puberty. He coughed and then tried again in a more normal tone of voice. “Are you okay, Laverne?”
She giggled in response. Okay didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling and she wasn’t even going to try to start explaining. Instead she rolled over on top of him and kissed his lips firmly. “What do you think?”
“I think,” he said as he stiffened against her thigh, and his hands became to roam again, “that the other couple is gonna be long gone before we ever leave this room.”
***
Laverne's fingers danced down Lenny's long spine as she came back to wakefulness. It took her a few minutes to remember why her rear-end was icy cold and why her breasts were so solidly oppressed against something living and hairy. Her eyes fluttered open and met a white shoulder and the shimmering light of a fire.
What time was it? Did she care?
Laverne shifted beneath her husband and looked around herself for a clock. She finally noticed Lenny's watch over on the nightstand: 12:25, it said - she looked over his shoulder and saw grey light pouring in through the curtains and illuminating the bed.
That meant it was
She also needed to pee again.
"Lenny," she whispered. He responded by burrowing against her for warmth. "LENNY."
He moaned and rolled sideways to lie beside her, snoring softly.
Laverne shook her head fondly, looking at his long, white body as he sprawled out on his belly. Her eyes fell on the dark scars marring his back and she stroked him once, fondly, before getting up and going to the bathroom.
As she washed her hands, she glanced at herself. She didn't look any different as a Sadie than she had as the world's oldest virgin, Laverne mused; only the pinkish marks on her inner thighs and a bruise in the shape of Lenny's thumb on her left hip signaled the changes in her body. Groaning, she noted that the shower had washed away her caked-on makeup but hadn't had an effect on her now ratty-looking hair. Retrieving her brush from the overnight case, she spent awhile deconstructing the professional stylist's work, then carefully combing out the knots and arranging her hair into its usual mass of fine, delicate curls. Laverne grimaced - her hair was the only delicate thing on her body, she mused, looking at the thickness of her thighs and pinching them.
"Hey Laverne! Do you wanna..."
Laverne yelped and covered her bare breasts with both palms, causing Lenny to shrink back and hide behind the door in response. She saw two blue eyes peep at her from around the ledge.
"Sorry," she smiled, finishing her hair.
"Do you wanna take a bath?" Lenny asked.
Laverne glanced over her shoulder. Yesterday morning she'd barely noticed the
tub, which was grouted into the wall right beside the shower stall. She hadn't had a bath since she'd been to
The door opened, and he ambled over to the tub and ran the spigots. Under the rush of water she brushed her teeth, then found an elastic and tied her hair up, all the while knowing Lenny was watching. She couldn't resist making a show of her actions by stretching her arms, putting her now-taut breasts on full display as she pulled the tie through her yielding hair. Lenny's eyes were wide as they took her in from hip to mouth.
Their eyes met and he said softly, "bubbles."
She let go of her hair and wondered if that was some sort of new nickname of his - Lenny was so fond of nicknames..."Bubbles?"
"Oh! Do you want bubbles in the bath?"
She hadn't had a bubble bath since an unfortunate experiment with a bottle of Joy when she was seven had left her with a full-body rash. "What kind do they have?"
Lenny groped through the tiny wicker tray by the rim of the tub, keeping his eyes on her. He handed her a small cylinder bottle.
She squinted to read the label. "This is shampoo."
"Oh," he produced a second bottle, which announced it contained "hypo-allergenic" bubble bath. "It says 'floral-scented,'" Laverne proclaimed.
Lenny's nose wrinkled, but he upended the bottle into the waiting tub. She watched him paddle the water with his large palm until it produced a fluffy lather, then he climbed down and sat inside, then held out his hand. She carefully climbed into the tub, sitting between his outspread knees and leaning back against his torso.
Laverne rested her head against Lenny's shoulder, her eyes on his face as he brought both hands beneath the water and began to wash the back of her neck. It was a fine place to start, she thought, the circular motion of his fingers turning her limbs into pudding.
"Did you have fun at the wedding?"
It was an unexpected question. "I dunno."
"Huh?" his hands froze on the back of her neck.
"I'm happy we got married, but I was so busy I hardly got to see you."
"I'm sorry, Vernie - I wanted everything to be perfect."
She stroked the long arm lying tight against her midsection. She looked up at him again, "all the best parts of yesterday were because of you," she said sincerely. "And we got married the way we wanted to, in the place we wanted, with the folks who mattered." His hand moved lower on her back, cleansing her skin and working out the tension knotted in her muscles. "Did you like your birthday?"
He giggled. "Which part?"
"The part you spent in me."
He moaned softly at the memory, but he felt soft against her buttocks. "Best birthday ever," he responded.
Her hands dipped under the water, "washing" his knees and then inner thighs. "Yeah - every guy's dream of a day. You slept through most of it, and what you didn't sleep through was me doing it to you."
"Toldja it was the best day ever. But do you even know what day it is?" Lenny asked.
"Nope."
"I don't, either," his hands pushed up to rest around her waist, making gentle circles against her naval. "It could still be my birthday..."
She turned around, the width of the tub making it easy for her to sit facing him. She reached over and began to soap up his chest. Her hands began to brush their way down toward his belly. "And me without a cake..."
He shook his head, resting it on his left arm. His right hand reached out and caressed her breasts lightly before trailing downward. She winced when he touched her outter lips. "Sore?" he worried, returning to carefully rinse her thighs.
"A little," she was forced to admit.
"I toldja three times in a row was too much," he said, very gently skimming a palm over her slightly-raw outer lips.
"The third time wasn't my idea," she said playfully, her hand skimming across the still-sleeping little Lenny. As her memory told it, after a slower and more deliberate second try he'd woken her up sometime around dawn, his hands tracing her and murmuring promises that he'd last longer.
"It was a bad one," Lenny replied grimly. "It was your first time, I shouldn'tive pushed so hard."
"Hey, I was the one telling you not to stop," Laverne said, wincing as she shifted and regretted her earlier excitement. Despite her gentle touch he remained limp and unresponsive. She released Little Lenny, who forlornly slumped sideways under the water. "I think we killed 'im."
"Only for a little while," Lenny said, reaching over and pulling her back into his lap. "So, waddya wanna do today?"
Her stomach answered with a growl.
"Lunch sounds good to me," he agreed.
***
Freshly rinsed, they dressed and headed downstairs, where a brunch buffet was in full swing. Laverne couldn't resist indulging herself with the palm-sized pieces of French toast and large bacon slices the inn offered up, nor the fancy little finger sandwiches with large pickles.
As they settled down at a large oak table, Laverne noticed a tall long-haired blonde girl eyeing her curiously. Laverne put a grooming hand to her own head - had she and Lenny missed something during their very thorough examination of each other? Or could everyone tell she'd 'done it,' just like Sister Rosetta had warned her they would during her Catechism classes?
When Lenny came to sit down beside her, she had an answer. "YOU! YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
Lenny shrunk back - apparently the woman he'd walked in on yesterday had worse timing than he did. "I didn't mean to..."
"PERVERT!"
A grey-haired man with rock-hewn facial features stood beside the hysterical blonde. "What'd you say to my old lady?!"
"It's him, Mitch! He's the one who peeped on me in the shower!"
Lenny had ducked under the table as Laverne rose to defend him. "My husband didn't mean to peep on you. He was looking for our bathroom and took the wrong door."
"A LIKELY STORY!"
"If you knew my husband you'd believe me - before we started dating he ate one of my wax pears!"
"No one could be that dumb," scoffed the blonde.
"He is!" Laverne said, kicking Lenny under the table. "Tell 'em!"
"I'm really dumb, I promise, don't make your husband punch me!"
The blonde calmed visibly. "Oh, I recognize your voice. It's the moaner, Mitch - they seem normal enough. For a couple of honeymooners."
"The moaner?" Laverne asked, sinking down in her seat.
"Oh yah," Marjorie said as she poured them some strong coffee, "me and Pete heard some moanin' last night, and we thought one of the sheep was lambing."
"Yah, so I went to investigate the noise, but it got louder when I went upstairs, so I went back down to Marjorie and I says."
"Hooly cats, that girl in room 21 is a moaner!" Marjorie and Pete said together.
Mitch's wife nodded her head. "Imagine sleeping next to them all
night. We had to put on the all-night
movie to get to sleep - Saint Francis of
Lenny laughed under the table, and she kicked him. "Wouldya get up here and defend my honor?" she whined.
"You don't got no honor, you're my wife," Lenny said, surfacing.
Marjorie seemed to understand Laverne's discomfort and said, "where do you two come from, originally?"
"I'm from
"How continental!" Marjorie said.
"What's that got to do with nightclubs?" Lenny asked.
"What do you do?" Mitch's wife asked, looking at Laverne.
"We're sorta between
employments at the moment," Lenny burst out to her surprise. "See, we gotta
go to
"Oh, you're LANDOWNERS?" Mitch's wife's eyes softened.
"Yup!" Lenny grinned. "Right by the railroad tracks!"
"Uh - anyway, whattya got to do around these parts for fun?" Laverne asked.
"Well, there's fishin', ridin', lamb-feedin'," said Marjorie.
"There's a little town five minutes out with a little restaurant and a store," Mitch added. "We run shuttles all week and to the airport. You wanna go anywhere else and you gotta rent a biplane."
"Oh! And there's the cheese factory - they give tours!" Marjorie added.
"We've been on that tour twice," Mitch's wife said dourly. Laverne couldn't stop herself from smirking - if they were already tired of each other perhaps they would leave soon.
"Whatt're you planning on doing?" Pete asked, his grey whiskers twitching. "I gotta walk down to Shakey Pete's and gass up the Explorer if you wanna go to town."
She wanted to go riding, but she didn't want to risk the
last night of her honeymoon on the sort of ride a horse could give her. "I'm gonna take some pictures of the
mountains and stuff," Laverne said.
"I got some friends in
"You can feed baby lambs?" Lenny gibbered.
"I'll meet you in the barn in a while," Laverne grinned. "I wanna go riding soon."
"I'll go with you," Lenny said sincerely.
Nevertheless, when they split up in the hallway, bellies full, she felt a tinge of sadness. She loved him and could never fathom them spending more than an hour apart.
***
Laverne lowered her camera back to her chest as the sun began to descend. Considering her soreness it was a good thing she'd gotten so enraptured by the scenery at the inn - horse riding didn't sound like a smart option at the moment. Lenny-riding, however...
She smirked as she backtracked over a heavy snow drift toward the barn, remembering her exploration of his suitcase. While hers had clearly been packed by Shirley - it held such practicalities as her winter coat and hat - Lenny's had really been packed by Squiggy. It only held an arsenal of condoms and a bound volume of Letters to Penthouse. Despite herself she was relieved that Squiggy didn't know she was on the pill.
Her husband sat on a milking stool in the richly scented barn beside Pete, a lamb in his lap and a very large nearly-empty glass bottle in his hand.
"Hey," Lenny said without looking up, his eyes focusing on the small animal in his arms.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Laverne explained. "There's a lotta neat stuff around here - you know I saw a fox?"
"Was he near the henhouse?" Pete asked sharply.
"Nah, he was off in the woods."
"Guests aren't allowed to go into the woods," Pete said.
"I've got a telephoto lens," Laverne lied. She had actually crawled over the snow on her belly to photograph the fox, who had watched her warily but without intent. The lie placated Lenny, and watched him with the lamb for a moment; his look was almost fatherly and she had a flash to the future and their lives as parents. He caught her eye and smiled.
"Mister Kosnowski is a natural with the lambs," Pete said.
"Yeah, I like little animals," Lenny said. "The bottle's empty."
"Give it back," he instructed - Lenny gave him the lamb and he placed it back on the ground. "No, the bottle," embarrassed, Lenny did so. "I'm gonna head in for dinner - the misses is saving you both a place."
"We'll be down in awhile," Laverne said, and made sure that Pete was gone before grabbing her husband to her.
After a long embrace, Lenny noted, "you're cold."
"I was out for a couple of hours - everything's so pretty here."
"It's prettier in here," Lenny said persuasively, pressing himself against her.
The familiar pressure of Little Lenny stirring against her made Laverne smirk. "I thought we killed him."
"It's a miracle, Laverne!"
"Hale-" He cut her off with his mouth before she could finish the statement. Something butted against her leg. It was the lamb Lenny had been feeding, and the little guy looked irritated.
"Someone's jealous," she suggested.
"I know," Lenny grinned. "Let's go back where it's warmer."
***
Back in the cocoon of their room a fire glowed in the fireplace and, to her embarrassment, a fresh quilt lay over the bed. Lenny jabbed the door closed with his hips, keeping his mouth on hers and his hands against her back. They walked awkwardly toward the fireplace, kneeling down before it and stripping off their wet winter jackets and boots, mouths unified.
He pulled free her sweater and she yanked off his tee-shirt - he gasped in delight to find her braless and touched her breasts very lightly with the tips of her fingers. Today had been an underwear-free day for her; she expected no one in the wilderness to look at her chest and she'd been correct in assuming that Pete was too well-married to care about her body.
Silently, she drew him down against her, until they touched from jean-covered hip to ankle. He ran his hands over her lightly, bringing her nipples to erection, taking them into his mouth and suckling gently until they were fully erect. She responded by groping him through his jeans, making his erection clearly visible through the denim. He grunted into her mouth as she rubbed him, the ridge of the head rubbing against her palm. She remembered how much better it felt in a much more useful place and she reached for his fly.
They unbuckled and crawled out of their jeans, and then he tugged her panties down. At last she pulled him free of his boxers and stroked up and down with a hastily-made fist. He shuddered and pulled away, touching her lightly between her thighs. She pearled for him.
"Now?" he asked her.
"NOW," she demanded.
"You like to rush. If you keep going so fast I ain't never gonna get to eat you again," Lenny mock-complained as he pulled her legs up and separated them slightly.
The idea made her soften. "I ain't stopping you," she panted.
Lenny licked his lips and she tugged him again - he pried her hand off of him and moaned. "Later," he said softly and entered her.
She was ready but still sore. "Ow," Laverne remarked as she took him inside.
He froze. "I knew you'd get hurt..."
"I'm not!" Her hands locked around his hips.
"Are you really sure?"
"Uh-huh," she grunted, rising up and down against him. When they moved it didn't matter if she felt raw - she wanted him any way she could take him.
They rocked back and forth against the floor and each other, his forehead resting on hers and his right hand holding her left breast. Her eyes fell closed as she buried herself in the sensation between them. "Lookit us," she heard him demand, and her eyes fluttered and opened - he was back on his knees, his hands on her hips, exposing her from neck to thigh to the cool air. "Lookit us," he demanded of her.
She looked down and watched them meet and part. A sharp pang of lust ran through her on seeing this blatant stag-film of their own making. Little Lenny was slick with her juices, glittering in the firelight and her pink-red lips stretched as they clung to him. Then Big Lenny groaned and flopped forward against her, blocking her view.
"I finally got you, Tigerlily," he said, his words having such great meaning that she shuddered.
The memory of what they looked like together and the sudden brush of his hand between her leg made her tenser and freeze. Before she could recognize the sensation she was clamping down against him and imbued with a sense of relief.
And she was empty.
"LENNY!" she spasmed against the nothingness. When she opened her eyes he was sitting on his rear end, fully erect and apparently somewhat amazed.
"I didn't wanna go off too soon," he panted, as if trying to explain away last night. He turned over onto his back and reached for her. "Come here."
She'd never been on top of him before, and she found the position had more than one advantage. Lenny guided her over him, spreading out her knees with his palms, and she reached back and brushed the blunt tip of him against her parted lips. Laverne could feel her own soaked flesh as she dripped onto and down his already wet shaft, sliding to the root of him slowly. Their eyes united, and Laverne looked down at his strong face, at two wide blue eyes watching her with desire.
He grabbed at her breasts, then her buttocks, driving her up and down on him with intensity, taking all of the initiative for once. Laverne's recourse was to be still, squatting over him, unsure of how to do this, prolonging the act beyond his endurance but at the moment she wasn't even thinking about him. The stroking and the pleading look in his eye drove her to movement, forcing her to take him as hard and fast into herself as she could manage, lunging up and down on her now-painful shins. She was conflicted by a thousand sensations - it hurt, it felt good, his hands were bruising but they were the only things keeping her tethered to him...
She reached down, touched herself, and felt him drive up and into her at the perfect moment as she cried out.
Then she slumped over sideways, landing half on him and half onto the floor
THAT really did hurt, and washed away some of her post-orgasmic satisfaction. As she recovered Lenny's voice penetrated the stillness. "Laverne?" he asked, his tone desperate. He squirmed beneath her with a frantic motion. Pleased by his patience, she allowed herself to be rolled over.
His legs shook as he awkwardly rolled over on top of her. Then Lenny's hips moved wildly, and by the second stroke he was coming; she lifted up, hovering off the ground, taking him in with every motion.
Laverne smiled up at him and touched the sides of his face.
"Tigerlily," he sighed, and rested his forehead against hers.
The tips of her fingers caressed his long spine, protecting him somehow with her body. "Len," she murmured, feeling the rawness of his bones and the softness of his skin. When he tried to move out of her he nearly rolled into the fire; she held him strong with her legs.
"My knees're killing me."
She let go, and he sat up between her sprawled thighs.
"How'd you feel?" he asked, touching her belly lightly.
"About as good as a person's allowed to," Laverne admitted, grinning hugely. He helped her sit up and then took her into his arms and carried her to the bed. "Len!" she snickered.
"I didn't get to carry you over the threshold!" he protested.
She reached down and brushed him. "That ain't a threshold you're carrying me over."
He almost dropped her that time, but she landed on the bed, then winced as an uncomfortable twinge raced between her legs. "D'I hurt you?"
Laverne shook her head, pulling back the blankets and leaving him room to climb inside. "I'm still a little raw."
"LAVERNE," he exclaimed, cuddling her and pulling the blankets over them. "why didn't you tell me?"
"It was worth being sore over," Laverne hugged him, his warmth penetrating the chill in her bones. "And it lasted longer than last time."
Lenny blushed. "I couldn't help that. Last night was the first time I ever been with a girl without using a rubber. And the first time I ever been with a girl I'm crazy about."
She kissed his knuckles. Lenny may have been with other girls before her, but he had always done the mature thing with them. Lenny, mature - it made her want to chuckle.
"Laverne?" he asked.
"Mmm?"
"Yanno, when I was real little, my parents used to kiss each other goodnight before they went to bed."
She turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite the fact that he smelled of sex, flowers, wood smoke and a barn, he tasted like pastry.
"I love you, Lenny."
"I love you, Laverne."
Their little pine bed was such a fairytale. She blocked out the realization that they
only had one more day before they'd have to decide between going to
***
Even the most passionate of couples needs to take a break
eventually, if only to add some fuel to their fire.
Lenny rolled off of Laverne and stretched languorously. At
the same time, his stomach roared its opinion of his neglect.
“You’re such a romantic,” said Laverne. She poked him in the
ribs.
“Sorry.” He rubbed his flat abdomen. “Um, you think they got
the concept of brunch in
“Lord, I hope so.”
He watched as she stood up and began rooting around her
suitcase. Every movement showcased another curve, a different hollow that he
longed to explore. His hand wandered down to his still half-aroused cock. Maybe I’m not that hungry yet.
This time, his stomach rumbled like thunder. “Okay, okay,”
he said, glaring down at it. “But you owe me.”
“Len, are you talking to your dick?” asked Laverne. She
finished shrugging on a sweater and grinned at him.
“No. Me and him, we’re on good terms. It’s other parts of my
anatomy that’re being uncooperative.” He jabbed
himself in the bellybutton.
Laverne slid on a pair of jeans, then bent down and blew a
raspberry on his stomach. She could be as much of a goofball as him sometimes.
He loved that. “Go on, you, get up, throw something on, and let’s go snag a
couple of those scone-things downstairs.”
Lenny obeyed. He was surprised at how his legs trembled when
he stood up. “I think you done wore me out, Mrs. K,” he said, as he tugged on a
pair of boxers.
“Already?” Laverne put on a pouty face. “Considering how long we waited for this, I
figured I could get another couple tumbles outta you
this trip.”
“This trip? Try this afternoon.”
Len grabbed for her, but she danced out of his reach. “Just let me eat a couple
of those fancy English muffins, and I’ll be all over you again. Some more.”
“Promises, promises.”
He finished dressing and they went downstairs. Their
innkeepers were only too happy to furnish them with a basket of scones with
whipped cream and jelly, and a pot of tea. Kind of a fancy-schmancy
spread for Len’s taste, but it made him feel good to see it set down. It made
him feel like his wife was being treated like a queen, the way she deserved.
“Well, I gotta hand it to Squig,”
said Laverne, “this place ain’t half bad.” She spread strawberry jam on a
raisin scone and held it out. Len obediently opened her mouth and let her slide
it between his lips. Some of the strawberry clung to his lips as he chewed.
“I’m telling ya, Vernie, you
underestimate how worldly he is.”
“You know, maybe you guys oughta
punt on the whole actor agenting thing and go into
travel agenting.”
Lenny tilted his head to one side and considered her
suggestion. Then he shook his head. “Nah. Besides, we
got enough job changes to consider.”
She paused in pouring her tea. “You mean Pop’s giving us
Dead Lazlo’s Place.”
He shrugged. “It ain’t an awful opportunity. Is it?”
Laverne finished pouring and set down the pot with a sigh.
“Nah, I guess not. It just went so wrong last time. But maybe, if we had a real
Betty to wait tables instead of Shirl.” He saw her green eyes gaze off into the
distance, as if she were looking at the place from all these miles away. “It
wouldn’t be too hard to spiffy it up. Anthony, he can do odd jobs pretty good,
maybe if we asked him? We could have a big old grand opening, maybe ask Carmine
to sing...” She shook her head and returned her gaze to him. “Sorry,
started channeling Shirl’s ‘High Hopes’ mantra, there.”
Lenny smiled. My wife
is beautiful. He savored the thought, rearranging the emphasis in his head:
My wife is beautiful. My wife is beautiful. My wife is beautiful.
“Len?” Laverne waved her hand in
front of his face. “Hello?”
“Let’s do it,” he said.
She grinned. “All righty,
then.” She pushed her chair back and stood up. When he didn’t
immediately join her, she held out her hand. “Well, come on!”
“Huh? Oh, wait, no, not that.” He waved his hands in the
air. “I mean, not that I don’t want to do that…lots and lots of that…but it
ain’t what I meant, just then.”
She sighed in disappointment, sat back down. “What, then?”
“Let’s take over Lazlo’s. Make something of it, you and me.”
She stared at him. Finally, she said, “Are you sure?”
“Sure, I’m sure!” He felt almost giddy. Maybe there was thin
air in
She tapped a small spoon against her teacup several time.
Then she plunked it down and slapped the table with her palm. “Why the hell not? Yeah, you got it. Let’s be
restaurateurs!”
“Oooo, we get fancy titles, too.”
Lenny leaned across the table. Laverne’s tongue darted out and licked a bit of
jam from the corner of his mouth. He felt himself harden in response. “So, you
ready to do it?” he whispered.
“Yeah, you bet,” said Laverne. “As soon as we get home, I’ll
tell Pop….”
Lenny shook his head. “That ain’t what I meant. This time, I
meant the other thing.”
“Oh,” said Laverne. Her smile spread slowly across her face
and her eyes twinkled.
The crumbs of their breakfast formed a trail back upstairs
to the hastily-slammed door of their honeymoon suite.
To Always Say You Love Me
To Always Remember Walking In The Sand