Title: I can't dance
Disclaimer: This fan-fiction, and portrayal of any characters in it, is entirely fictitious. Any reference to true events is entirely coincidental. Any references to the sexuality of the characters are completely untrue.
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word count: many
Rating: PG
Warnings: none, I guess
Beta: no
Author's Notes: pic_fic for
elisex So Frank, you can dance, I can sing
I can't dance, John
And you can't sing
what? I can sing!
John... sorry to tell you this when you're sober but you cannot
but Frank... you always... were telling me... that...
I lied.
Lampard...
sorry mate
well, it doesn't matter, I will sing for Eliana the best I can, and you - do as you wish.
*pouts*
stop pouting Lamps, do SOMETHING
*hums*
don't hum, be creative
...
Lamps what are you doing...
and what does it look like?
Od
Lamps umm... striptease?
DUH!
blimey...
so sing away, Terry, I'll try to ... umm MOVE to the sounds you're gonna make...
ok
*sings*
*MOVES*
Od
JT&FL...
[after a while]
we were supposed to do something for Eliana not for us actually...
think she minds it...?
NOOOOOOOOO!
Od
JT&FL HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ELIANA!!!! <333