Title: Star Talk
Rating: K
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Huge thanks goes out to SallyJetson for the beta, as well for her encouraging and supporting words!
This fic came about after watching "Being Victoria Beckham" on Youtube on my sick day :P
All mistakes are mine and no one else's
Danny and Lindsay were spooning on the couch on a lazy evening with Danny flipping the TV channels when Lindsay asked him if she could watch E!News. She said she missed seeing Ryan Seacrest on TV, which Danny found completely stupid. She was engrossed in the show and completely ignoring him until clips of David and Victoria Beckham's arrival in the state covered the TV screen.
"Victoria Beckham is so pretty," she said.
"Nah, she's too skinny."
"But, Danny, look at her perfect boobs! And that perfect pout and don't even get me started with that hair! No one in this world can wear that hair as good as she."
"Alright, first of all, what boobs? She's too skinny to have them for real! Second, I love your pout. Yours is just as perfect as hers, if not more. And third, I love my woman's hair wavy with sexy curls, thank you very much. And brunette. I'm a sucker for brunette. Bleach blonde does nothing for me."
She smacked a kiss on his cheek and snuggled closer to his chest. "That's sweet, but you have to say that because I'm your girlfriend."
He chuckled as he pressed a kiss on top of her head. "Hmmm…maybe. Now, David Beckham on the other hand…is very good looking."
She sighed dreamily in his chest and nodded. "Yes, he definitely is."
"That blonde hair, baby blue eyes, perfect abs is every girl's walking fantasy, ain't it?" he asked, coldly.
"Don't forget the smile, Danny. That shy, boyish smile is very irresistible. Absolutely yummylicious!"
He bent his head down to look at her with a frown.
She looked back, eyes wide. "What?" she asked, dumb-foundedly.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance at his oblivious girlfriend and growled, "You could have just said he's alright, you know!"
She blinked at him once, twice before her face broke into a huge smile as she let out a barking laugh and pulled him down on the couch with her. Soon they started to make out like two hormonal crazed teenagers with clothes thrown recklessly over the sofa; the TV long forgotten.
Twenty minutes later, a panting Lindsay whispered breathlessly in his ear, "Baby, David Beckham got nothing on you!"
A huge grinned Danny rolled both of them to the carpet with a thud, eager and ready for round two.
How i wish David Beckham is chain to my bed tonight...lol!