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[therisingmoon.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen it written anywhere, so um, girl!Lambs please?

thanks.

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[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

I couldn't quite get them to the point of Justin freaking out becuase Brit's ok with him and Lance so long as he doesn't sleep with other *girls*, but - hope this sort of kind of works.

*****

God he loved waking up like this; dreams bleeding into reality, with the slow warmth of arousal in his stomach and his lover's sleepy moans filling his ears and soft heavy breasts in his hands, fingers brushing nipples. "Mmmm. Brit." He breathed.

The shove sent him over the edge of the bed, and the shock woke him up like, woah. "What the … Bri .. " He trailed off into incoherence as he remembered where he was – and with whom – and the room came into focus and the two inputs didn't exactly match. "Lance?" he squeaked.

Lance wasn't saying much. It was Lance. Obviously it was Lance. Tousled bleach blond hair and elegant hands and wide panicked eyes, and full breasts and holy fucking fuck. Which was roughly what Lance was saying, mostly under his breath, as he ran his hands over himself and swallowed and went paler. This was Lance, if Lance woke up one morning as a girl. This was really fucked up.

Everything felt off balance as he crawled back onto the bed, reaching out to brush a hand over Lance's arm. He was practically hyperventilating, and whatever else, he – she? – Lance needed to calm down before he passed out.

"Lance, babe." He started. The creeping sense of something really wrong tapped him on the shoulder. He cleared his throat and pushed on. " Just brea …"

Really wrong. Really fucking wrong. Soft breathy girl voice wrong. Nothing but hard mons and soft curls under his hand really really fucking wrong. He screwed his eyes shut and concentrated on not screaming.

The bed shifted under him, and Lance's hands were steady on his shoulders, and he leant in, thinking to bury himself in his boyfriend's neck and at least Lance still smelt like Lance, when the unfamiliar press of breasts between them got in the way of his decision not to process for the moment. He gave Lance a quick squeeze, dragged down a deep breath, and say back on his heels the better to open his eyes.

It took a moment. Neither of them seemed to be ale to find words, and something about just kneeling there, in a half-lit bedroom, staring at each other with eyes like saucers because they were fucking girls just struck Justin as about the funniest thing ever. He fought to keep a straight face, but when the corner of Lance's mouth quirked, he lost it, and Lance followed. The pitch was wrong, but the giggling still sounded like Lance. Like them.

Lance stopped first – a deep breath and then his fingers on Justin's cheek. "God. You're so…" Lance's eyes dropped and Justin filled in the gap from long practise. Two years and his idiot boyfriend still didn’t get that Justin thought that Lance was the unobtainable beautiful one. Lance's mouth twisted again, hysteria threatening the momentary calm. "Your hair though, Jus, it's …"

Justin ran his hand over the tangled curls and scowled exaggeratedly at Lance. "If you say 'dyke-y' …" He left the threat vague.

Lance peeled his hand away from his mouth long enough to get out 'Shirley Temple' before the irrepressible giggles took over again.

"Like you can talk!" Justin cast around for something suitably scathing to return fire with. "Tomboy!"

Lance's shoulders were shaking and Justin couldn't help but notice that they weren't the only body part affected. His hands skimmed up over his own chest finding only ribs and small handfuls of flesh. "Hey!" Lance looked up questioningly. "How come you got the great boobs?"

Lance shook his head, still lost in giggles, although he crossed his arms to both cover and lift said boobs, before closing the small amount of space between them.

"You" he said, when all Lance could see were his eyes and their bodies were a heartbeat from touching. "are" is lips were so close that the breath made Justin shiver. "something else."

[therisingmoon.livejournal.com]

thanks!

[coffeewordangel.livejournal.com]

Oh god. I don't really like Lambs but this? Is the most perfectly perfect thing ever.

"If you say 'dyke-y' …"

*giggles uncontrollably*

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

hee - thank you ;) - glad it made you smile.

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

LOL, ok I wasn't sure I was gonna like this but it was fun!