Fic: The Leather and the Ninja Dress
Title: The Leather and the Ninja dress.
Pairing: Cara's Leather/Kahlan's Ninja dress
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I even doubt I own my own mind today
A/N: A little crack to see us through the day
Summary: Leather meet Ninja dress....
The red Leather skin tight suit hated the graceful green leather Ninja dress. It was rigid. Meant to constrain. But the dress flowed. Elegant and perfect. Never too warm, nor too cold. It thinks it a show off. Too perfect and impractical.
Then one day it happened. The leathers saw the Ninja dress in a whole new light. Catching a glimpse on a battle field. As their wearers felled a dozen men apiece. And it saw the way the dress mirrored itself. Each bending and stretching. Allowing the bodies held within them the movement they required. And the leathers thought this was beautiful.
Slowly the Leathers and the Ninja dress became closer. Spending more time next to each other. Pressing against each other. Briefly at first. Soon prolonged. Brushing distractedly as their wearers walked. Pressed against each other in longer embraces.
Eventually the day comes. That the Leathers and the Ninja dress lie peacefully discarded. Together forgotten. Tossed aside in some hurry. And get to know each other all the better. For the days they are left on that stone floor in some large palace in the mountains.
Pairing: Cara's Leather/Kahlan's Ninja dress
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I even doubt I own my own mind today
A/N: A little crack to see us through the day
Summary: Leather meet Ninja dress....
The red Leather skin tight suit hated the graceful green leather Ninja dress. It was rigid. Meant to constrain. But the dress flowed. Elegant and perfect. Never too warm, nor too cold. It thinks it a show off. Too perfect and impractical.
Then one day it happened. The leathers saw the Ninja dress in a whole new light. Catching a glimpse on a battle field. As their wearers felled a dozen men apiece. And it saw the way the dress mirrored itself. Each bending and stretching. Allowing the bodies held within them the movement they required. And the leathers thought this was beautiful.
Slowly the Leathers and the Ninja dress became closer. Spending more time next to each other. Pressing against each other. Briefly at first. Soon prolonged. Brushing distractedly as their wearers walked. Pressed against each other in longer embraces.
Eventually the day comes. That the Leathers and the Ninja dress lie peacefully discarded. Together forgotten. Tossed aside in some hurry. And get to know each other all the better. For the days they are left on that stone floor in some large palace in the mountains.