Lance / Pink

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*blink* Did I just request het? I think maybe I did. Although Pink, like Faith in the Buffy-verse, pretty much gets the 'make everything queer free' card, at least in my head.

Um - I was going to ask for a snippet of back story for this photo, but I'm actually going to leave it at 'something hard and fast and racey', if that's easier.

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Hope this is OK, because Lance/Pink is my pophetship and I just can't leave them dangling.

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They were never that public about their relationship, and actually preferred it that way. Lance had experienced firsthand Justin's thin smiles and non-committal answers when asked about Britney in interviews. Usually "I love her, and that's that," was enough of a response before Chris jumped in with one of his ridiculous stories. With the interviewer's focus on Chris, Justin could let go of the breath he was holding, shoulders sagging slightly with relief. Lance also didn't want to feel Justin's indignation at tabloid rumours and the shouting matches he had with Britney over the phone, arguing over how it was easy to dodge the cameras, and why the hell were you out in LA dressed like that anyway?

So when Lance got out of the limo he couldn't hold back the cursing that escaped his mouth, eyes narrowing when he saw her right at the head of the red carpet. He had to time his steps properly. Too fast and he'd miss the cameras entirely, losing much-needed publicity; too slow and someone was bound to notice it.

She didn't look that amused either when he walked towards her. This close up, they had no other choice but to greet each other and pose for the dozens of paparazzi lined up on the sides.

"I thought we agreed that you'd reach the damn party before I did," she said through gritted teeth, smiling painfully for the cameras.

Lance flashed the lenses a smile, the one he specially reserved for the paparazzi and meddling journalists that pried too much into their lives. "Justin couldn't find his coat, and then someone thought they heard a ripping sound and that JC's pants had split."

He watched the line of her throat quiver as she suppressed a laugh. "The way he was dancing, I wouldn't have been a surprise."

"You look good." Lance placed a hand on the small of her back.

"My boobs are sagging, and my sunglasses make me look like an idiot," she said. "Fucking stylists."

"Now, now Alecia. Not in front of the cameras."

"Yes, James," she said pointedly, though her voice held the mocking undertone that she used with him when teasing him about his shirts with the garish prints.

She stood stock still for a few moments before she threw her head back. "I can't stand this anymore," she whispered to him. "I'm dragging the nearest person here and make it into a triple photo opportunity."

Before he could open his mouth, she was gone from his side, returning with someone in tow.

Lance's eyes boggled momentarily before he regained his composure. "Usher?" he whispered disbelievingly.

She gave a small shrug. "He was the nearest attention whore I could find."

Now it was his turn to grit his teeth and pose for the cameras. "You are so gonna pay for this." He turned to give the photographers another angle.

Pink smiled sweetly at him and pinched his butt.

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*squeee* - thank you!

He was the nearest attention whore - I cn just hear her saying that as well. I like the snark that feels like an established relationship - totally not what I was expecting but really really cool.

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Phew! Thanks. :) It was just off the cuff and I wasn't too sure how it'd go. Glad you liked it!