sorry - lenny summers°

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Summary: Lenny asks you to take his virginity and slowly, the pair of you develop feelings for each other.

i aint writing smut in this so cry for me uwu



Maybe it had got round to the camp members that you were a little... Out there. Maybe one of them had spread a rumour, and that was why you were getting these 'looks' from the men. Then, when you were down by the lake, you were stopped, washing some clothes in the sparkling water. 

"Miss L/N?" You turn on one foot, and spot Lenny, in all his young glory, standing with his hands in his pockets, in a shirt, rolled to his elbows, and a black waistcoat. You sucked in a breath and gave him a pleasant smile.

"Lenny. It's a pleasure." You stand and leave the clothes soaking. He gives you one sweeping look, up and down, and your cheeks flush, noticing his behaviour very distinctly. Your heartbeat inches faster. "What can I do for you?"

"Is it true? What everyone's saying around camp? That you're a 'flamboyant lady'?" 

"Depends what your meaning is?"

He looks around for a second, before stepping forward a few paces. He takes your hand, ever so gently. 

"Lenny..."

"Be with me. One time. I need to know what it's like."

"You're... You ain't...?"

"Nah. I want you. To be with me. Right now." He pulls you a touch into his chest, and his lips meet yours in a passionate crash. "Do you mind?" He breaks away.

"No. Let's ride to the nearest hotel. I'd prefer not to do it here. With Sean watching from the bushes and such." You point to the hiding Irishman, who immediately scuttles away with a childish laugh. When he disappears, you and Lenny hurry to the horses, and he helps you up onto Maggie, before riding away.

*

The thought of him didn't disappear for another week, and still then, flashes of the passionate, sensual moment in bed together still resided. You watched him move across camp, sit with Hosea in his white shirt and brown suspenders. Mary-Beth was watching you, instead, with suspicious playfulness. Karen laughed, and your gaze immediately snapped.

"What you been doing with little Summers?" She asks, hands on her hips, grin on her face.

"Ah, nothing. It's just some silly thoughts."

"You sweet on him?" Mary-Beth mumbles, her hand cupped over her mouth.

"I don't know, Mary-Beth." You admitted honestly. You'd never quite felt like this after a one time thing, and it was a strange occurrence. Perhaps she was right, but he seemed pretty unbothered, and also looked like he'd forgotten. "It's nothin'."

"Well, okay. We shouldn't pry, Karen." Mary-Beth scolds her friend. You begin giggling with the girls, and Lenny turns around at the melodic noise. He meets your eye, and gives you a elated grin.

At dinner, you're chopping for Pearson, and he comes up behind you. You don't notice, but he's admiring you, so closely. His heart thrums in his chest, as he touches your hip and you jump, the knife slipping and slicing your palm.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, Y/N." You give him a powerful glare and brush past him to grab something to slow the bleeding. He takes a scrap from his pocket and grabs your hand, gently touching the skin and sending your head spinning.

It's not the blood loss.

"Why you gotta do that?" You sigh at him.

"I can't stop thinking on you, Y/N." Your heart sings and dances for the hills, staring at his hand, pressing the cloth to your skin. "You're on my mind all the damn time, hell, I've been missing shots and ruining punches, and god damn it. I need you, to say you want me too."

"Oh... Lenny..." He begins kissing at your neck with feverish persistence. "I've been thinking about you since we had our time in that hotel."

"Let's repeat it. Again and again. I am sweet on you, and so you are on me. Let's ignore the rules. Be mine. Y/N."

"Okay." You whisper, and meet his lips for a sweet kiss. Pearson appears around the side of the wagon.

"Hey! You rabbits, come on, I was waiting on my ingredients."

"Sorry, Pearson. Sorry." You slip from underneath Pearson and continue your chore, Lenny standing nearby, talking you away into a dream world.

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