Request: Justin/female

[fantasyweaver.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've been looking at pics of Justin and.....damn, the man is HOT!
So, I'd like to request a Justin/female ficlet. Maybe, their just lounging around, watching TV or a movie and they goof off before they both just go crazy and make out. Smut would be nice. (I'm in a mood. hehehehe)

Thank you in advance! If your muses are having other ideas, go at it! I won't complain. :)

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[elley1017.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* I'm just going to write and hopefully you like.


I have to do this in two parts because it's a little too long for a reply. So here's part one.
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He falls down on the floor next to you, rolling onto his side as he quirks a brow, "You comfortable down here?"

You nod slowly, a grin tugging at your lips as your body slowly moves closer to him, craving the warmth of his arms, "Better now that you're down here."

He rolls his eyes and moves the oversized cream pillow under his head and shoulders and reaches his arm over to pull you closer. Your body rolls and you're now laying half on him, an arm draped over his waist, your cheek pressed against the hard muscle of his chest.

You're both quiet for a moment as you wait for the DVD to actually play and you smile as you notice the beginnings of "Happy Gilmore" light up the screen.

You move one leg over his, tangling your lower limbs together as you get more comfortable. His fingers dance softly on your lower back, almost tickling but more soothing than anything.

You lay there like that together for long moments before you move your hands under the white cotten of an old tshirt and the soft pads of your fingers skim over his toned stomach.

You feel his body shiver and the muscles clench beneath your fingertips and you smile as you tilt your head up towards him, his blue eyes looking down at you, crystal clear and happy. His smile is bright, the perfect row of white enamel shining back at you.

The smile's contagious and you smile back, but there's mischief along with happiness in the corners of your eyes and his raises a brow at you in question just as his feels your hands rub over his extra ticklish ribs.

His body moves away from your hands and your laughs intertwine in the air as you prop yourself up on one arm and move your hands down his ribs once more before wiggling your long fingers over his smooth stomach.

The muscle clench and quiver and his hand quickly grabs your wrist and pulls it from his stomach, amusement now in his eyes, "What do you think you're doing?"

You shrug innocently as you bat your lashes at him, looking up through your long dark lashes coyly, "Nothing."

He bites his bottom lip and inhales a deep breath and you know that the innocent vibe worked on him, but before you even realize that he moved, you're lying flat on your back him straddling your hips with both of your wrists pinned over you head with one of his hands and his free hand is pushing at your shirt.

You catch his eyes for a brief moment and then let out a loud round of laughter as you body tries to twist and turn its way away from his wiggling digits.

His laugh mixes with yours and he watches as your face reddens from lack of oxygen from laughing so hard for so long.

You beg him to stop and threaten to pee your pants if he keeps tickling you and he makes you beg more for your mercy.

Your eyes are watering, the wetness seeping out of the corners and down your temple into your pulled back hair as you gasp for air.

His action slowly seize for a moment, letting you recover.