I don't know why. In fact, there is no why. There is just me, female!Tommy, and total lesbian!Kim, because, apparently, I can't even write a girl!Tommy without paring her with Kim, I'm that hardcore into the pairing.

Summary: In which - Tommy is a girl, Kim isn't straight, and the world is full of people who see things differently.

Warning: Genderbender, excessive cussing, homosexuality at every turn, and some insulting terminology used by a lesbian (and I don't mean it in a demeaning way, it's just something T would say). Spoilers for the Losers. Also, a little smexier than I had planned.

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"I don't see it," Tommy (who's real name was Tomasina, because her parents had fucking hated her, further evidenced by the fact they had abandoned her) protested. "I mean, I get how you can get that, but I just...I don't get the vibe."

Kim huffed and turned around, facing Tommy from where she'd been resting against the couch, between her girlfriend's legs. "I don't see how you don't. I mean, look. Just look." And with that, the petite brunette grabbed the remote and fast forwarded it back to the part she'd squealed and clapped at. (For a crime fighting, super-heroine dyke, Kim sure was freakishly girly...which was probably why no-one had yet caught on to their fun little secret.)

Chris Evans did his thing, and the hot Spanish dude on the building across the way did his thing (and the lip-thing would have been hot, except Tommy was so freaking into girls, she had a hard time remembering that guys existed past sparring partners).

"Other than the sci-fi reference, I'm just not feelin' it." Tommy shrugged, then smothered a groan when Kim crawled up from the floor and straddled Tommy's hips, their bodies pressed together, eyes meeting.

"Are you sure? Positively sure?" Kim breathed against her girlfriend's mouth, and Tommy found herself very distracted (and yeah, she was very fucking wet, thank you very goddamn much).

She didn't give in, though, as much as she really, really wanted to (gah!). Kim had tried this on her leader in the past, and, in the end, always got her way. Well, fuck it, she wouldn't this time; Tommy was through being a doormat. "No. I just don't. It's not there."

Kim pressed deep, and the woman's belt buckle pressed deep and fuck. Think bad thoughts, Tommy thought to herself, like the time you came on Jason getting it on with his girlfriend (damn, Tommy was glad she didn't like boys, because it just kinda looked weird). Thoughts weren't helping, though, as Kim brushed a very open-mouthed kiss to her now-moaning girl.

"C'mon, c'mon." Kim begged, as if she were begging for...other things. She wasn't, though, and Tommy wasn't about to give in. No. Way. She hadn't come this far just to...good lord, Kim had a tongue on her. Tongues weren't supposed to move like that. (Of course, bodies weren't supposed to move like Kim could move hers', either; Tommy found herself wondering why she'd never tried a gymnast before, then realized they wouldn't be Kim and never mind.)

"No." Tommy grunted, then used a very nice little jujitsu move to get Kim on her back, hair spread on the leather cushions (leather and Kim on her back...yeah, now Tommy was tormenting herself). A quick arch and longer kiss, however, proved to make Kim half as insane as the white ranger was feeling. "It. Just. Isn't. There."

Kim took a few deep breaths, during which Tommy took her time to move down the small girl's throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the column (girl needed to eat more, but then, in Kim's house, Tommy knew she wouldn't be eating, either). Then Tommy found herself on the floor, a breath escaping her a wheeze, and Kim straddling her stomach, slender legs crossed Indian-style behind Tommy's head.

Tommy really got an eyeful, then.

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Twenty minutes later, Kim was naked, hair a mess of tangles; Tommy had only an open man workshirt on, and the Losers was at the part where Roque beat the shit out of Clay's head with the butt of a bigass gun.

Both were out of a breath and very satisfied.

Tommy lay on top, head cushioned by various curves (and here is another rocking thing about chicks - soft, curvy, not hard and chiseled, which wasn't very comfy at all - Tommy knew, she'd experimented while in denial). Kim was running her hand's through Tommy's short hair, fingernails tugging just the way Tommy liked.

"By the way...Cougar could totally be a bottom." Kim hummed after a second.

Tommy just groaned and burrowed her head deeper.