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[kare.livejournal.com]

Would love a het fic. Preferably Lance/random female.

Doesn't have to be sexual, but has to be in bed. Snuggling's good. Kissing's great. Gropage? Sure!

Is this to broad? *laugh* I'm new so I'm not sure. Let me know if anyone wants more specifics.

edited because I'm a tool and typed "fandom" instead of "random" at first. jeeez

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The bed had been her idea. It was tall. Four posters and mounds of pillows. She was so short he'd had to buy her one of those tiny steps that they'd used in colonial times. When he was feeling frisky he'd throw her up on the bed like a child and she'd laugh. Then he'd jump in after her, already chuckling himself. She would try to fight off Lance's tickling and they would both end up on their backs, gasping for air. Smiles huge and honest.

The bed was where they watched TV at night, the white linens glowing faintly blue in the light it cast. Lance would grumble good naturedly about the excess pillows as he piled them up to lean on. Then he'd pull her into the V of his legs and curl up around her. They would comment on the programming, cheer and jeer the game show contestants, and neck during commercials. Except the ebay ones. They both loved those. If she batted her eyelashes the right way, or kissed up his neck just so, he would sing along. They often fell asleep that way.

He'd told her he loved her first in that bed. He'd said it before, but not that way. The way she knew meant he really meant it. It was a Sunday morning and they were reading the scandal rags, laying bets of kisses on which rumours were right. She'd sat up on her heels and then in his lap to kiss him properly. His hands creeping around to sit possesively on her hips, fingers curling into the silk of her nighty.

Their first fight had taken place around the bed, neither one wanting to actually be in it when it happened. Lance had flung harsh words and she had flung them right back. But, they were in love and the shouting became simple loud speech, the snide comments became more friendly teasing and the apologies were heartfelt. Lance had climbed across the bed to hold her, lifting her off the ground to bring her close.

Today was simply a day. They were snuggled together, Lance's arms around her waist, always marveled at how perfectly they fit. She was reading a book, stopping here and there to read him a passage, laughing when he rolled his eyes or said something about 'chick lit'. He was watching the TV. On some random show that he was only giving half an eye. His hand was wrapped in one of her curls, tugging now and then so she would swat at his fingers then stop and kiss him when he complied.

Pillows littered the floor, she turned a page and he gave a gentle tug.

[kare.livejournal.com]

Then he'd pull her into the V of his legs and curl up around her.

oh wow..this is the part that killed me. Thank you! Wonderfully written!

[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome! and thank you!