I Wanna Be Your Underwear
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Category: L&L (The only kind I do)
Title of fic: I Wanna Be Your Underwear by Diane
Feedback: If you have the time, sure.
Summary: Lenny's attempt at a love note-spring love!
Notes: Songfic based on Bryan Adams song of the same title (I swear, lol). I don't own any rights to the song or characters, so don't sue me!

I Wanna Be Your Underwear

It definitely was a long day at work. When Laverne grabbed her purse and headed out the doors of the brewery she could still smell the scent of the beer, but there was something different in the air today. It was the first day of spring and pretty warm by Milwaukee standards. People walking by had replaced their heavy winter coats with light spring jackets and big smiles. Everyone was commenting on the weather and praying for no more snow.

When she got to her apartment, she wasn't too suprised to see Lenny and Squiggy sitting on the stoop. Squiggy was already checking out the women passing by. It was easier for him to envision what they looked like without all of their winter clothing covering them. Lenny however, was waiting patiently for Laverne.

"Missed ya today", Len said before wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Missed ya too!", said Laverne before kissing him on the lips.

Laverne decided she wanted to change her clothes then head back outside. When she got to her apartment door, she noticed the crumbled, yellow piece of paper taped to the outside of it. She recognized the chicken-scratch handwriting immediately. She started to read...

I wanna be the sheets when you sleep;
lemme be the secrets that you keep;
I gotta be the spoon- ta stir your cream;
I wanna be the one to make you really scream...

She felt her cheeks begin to blush, something only Lenny could make happen. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled her belly as she sat down to continue reading...

I wanna be the itch that you scratch;
wanna be the chair when you relax;
I gotta be your razor when you shave;
wanna be the one that makes ya misbehave.
I wanna be your hot tub when you're dippin';
I wanna be your bathrobe when you're drippin';
I wanna be your cocktail baby when you're sippin'...

A love poem. She giggled. She imagined how long he must have taken to write it. She was still able to see all the eraser marks on the paper. She didn't care though. It was the words that mattered. Lenny was always able to say exactly what was on his mind, and when Laverne read the last part of the letter, she realized Len had no intention of holding back....

I wanna be right there;
more than anything I swear...
Oh ya...
I wanna be your underwear.

Laverne ran her hands over the paper in an attempt to flatten it. She reached under her bed and grabbed a shoe box and carefully placed the paper inside. She realized for the first time in her life how lucky she was that she didn't have dainty little feet. There would be plenty of room in the future for more love notes from Lenny.










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