A/N: FOUND! This Learren drabble from forever ago! I figured I'd go ahead and post it, as all the Monchele goings-on have probably been a bit of a downer for Learren fans. Written for a shuffle prompt challenge on tumblr. Song is "Kilojoules" by the famed Freelance Whales.

Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think! :)

"Late nights and weekends, our hearts only run slowly on the local track –"

"Strawberries are a stupid thing to be allergic to."

"Couldn'th agree more," Darren answers thickly, scratching absently at one of the hives on the inside of his left elbow and flinching as Lea flings a box of Benadryl across the seat at him. "Oo do know I haff thoo thake these out the packeth and eath them, right? They don'th justh work on boxth-sthkin contact."

"Oh my Lord, how are you being a sarcastic ass when you're swelled up like a bowling ball?"

"Ith a thskill."

Darren looks like a bee-sting victim to the extreme ("I played Harry, not Aunth Marge!" he jokes on the way to the pharmacy) and his puffy fingers struggle with the foil on the Benadryl capsules. "Alright, give it to me, I can't watch," Lea huffs, tearing the card of pills away from him and using a nail to pop two out and drop them into his palm. She starts to pull a bottle out of the shopping bag but stops abruptly. When Darren gives her what she assumes is a quizzical look (it is difficult to tell when his cheeks are all chipmunk) she cocks her head. "I want to make sure you're not allergic to water before I give you that, too," she deadpans.

Darren launches across the seat and plants a swollen kiss at the corner of her mouth before he pulls the water bottle out of the bag in her lap.

"All I wanted was a normal, romantic evening," she laments dramatically, leaning back into the seat while Darren downs his drugs. "Just you, me, champagne… some strawberries and whipped cream." She sits up and glares at him. "I can't believe you knew you were allergic to strawberries and you ate two of them anyway."

"I wath tryin' to be sexthy for you!"

"Yeah, well, for future reference, anaphylactic shock? Not sexy. And jamming that Epi-Pen into your inner thigh? Not nearly as sensual as it sounds."

"I thought ith wath pretty OK." Lea thinks he raises his eyebrows suggestively when he says this. Again, it's kind of difficult to tell.

It's quiet for a moment in the car. Then Lea giggles. "You know, I do not do 1 AM CVS runs for my one night stands."

"Romanthic."

"You are a jerk, and you are so lucky I love you."

Darren rolls his head to the side and gives her what she knows is the adoring puppy dog look. "I'm the luckiesth man aliffe becauth I have you."

"Aww."

"I think thath detherveth a kith for your man, don'th you?" Darren asks with what could be a flutter of his eyelids and an inviting pucker.

Lea silently consults the Benadryl box for a moment before turning the car on.

"Hey!" Darren squawks.

"I got you drunk, fed you strawberries, stabbed you in the leg with a life-saving device, and bought you Benadryl. I think that is more than enough for one night."

"Buth –""

"Talk to me in the morning," she says.

"Fine."

"If the swelling's gone down, that is."

"You are therrible."

"You love me."

"I do."