Of Mice and Len

>Lincoln's the only person that didn't outright treat Leni like the family idiot.
>She truly appreciated that, not being talked down to.
>Eventually those feelings of appreciation mutated into something else.
>Something she was just a little ashamed to admit.
>A kind of love that was a little more intimate than familial
>"Lincoln, I, like, read about this thing online where brothers and sisters can, like, 'like each other', like each other?"
>"What are you trying to say, Leni?"
>"I think I'm, like, into incense."

>The word she actually meant began to sink in to Lincoln.
>He knew the word ever since his dad accidentally said it while the family was watching Deliverance, driving a fear of hill people into Lincoln forever.
>"You mean incest?
>Leni's face lit up.
>"Totes! Like, I really like you, Lincoln!"
>She embraced Lincoln platonically.
>"You're not like thos boys at school who always stare at me or, like, those creepy dudes at the mall who invite my into their van!"
>"Wait, what guys?"
>"You're totally sweet and always there for me!"
>She gave Lincoln a light peck on the cheek.
>Lincoln was red as communism.

>Lincoln pushed away just a bit from the hug.
>"Uh, about those guys with the van?"
>"Oh, I don't go into the van with them! Duh doy, Lincoln! I'm not stupid!"
>Lincoln's eyes shifted to the side. Leni didn't notice.
>"Well, are you sure you're into...well, me?"
>"Of course, Linc! I love you way lots! Here, I'll show you!"
>She started giving Lincoln little kisses all around his face, causing him to giggle uncontrollably.
>She then jumped into his arms, forcing him to carry her bridal style.
>"You're heavy!"
>"No, I'm Leni!"

>Lincoln's legs buckled and he fell on his back, taking Leni down with him.
>Leni had her palms on the floor next to the sides of Lincoln's head.
>Her face was dangerously close to his.
>They could feel each other's heartbeat.
>"Leni?"
>"No, I'm heavy. Wait, no I'm Leni. What is it, Lincoln?"
>"Could you give me another kiss?"
>His face was cherry red and flushed. He was too scared to look her in the eyes while asking.
>"Sure! Where d'ya want it? Cheek? Forehead?"
>Lincoln already had his eyes clenched shut and his lips puckered.
>"Oh, a mouth kiss! I can do that!"
>With one swift motion, Leni pressed her lips to Lincoln's.
>With one loud smack, she pulled away with a bright, oblivious smile.
>"There, how was that?"
>Lincoln was wide eyed.
>"That was beautiful. Like an artisan's masterpiece."
>"Well, the doctors did say I was borderline artistic! Does that mean I'm good at drawing, too?"
>"Sure, Leni."