Well, I said I'm gonna write fics, never said nothin about titles
Disclaimer: Saban owns the Power Rangers. If I owned them, there would be a lot more torture. And porn.
A/N: So... Totally wrote this on the tiny keypad on my iPod. With the tiny keys and the no spell checking-ness. So I appologize in advanced for the errors. This fic is for
starlit_purple. As per request.
Summary: Cassie and Ashley. That is all.
Rated: PG
She loved everything about Ashley. Her eyes, her laugh, her hair. Her lips, Cassie though, as she imagined kissing her.
Ashely looked up from her book to find Cassie staring at her. "What?" she asked, trying to decifer the other girl's expression.
"Nothing," Cassie said. "Just thinking."
"About what?" Ashley asked.
"You."
"Oh," Ashley said, a grin spreading over her face. "What were you thinking about me?"
"Kissing you."
Ashley grinned wider, "Well why are you just thinking about it."
Cassie shrugged, casually leaning back in her chair, "You looked busy."
"I wouldn't mind the inturuption," Ashley promised.
Cassie considered this for a moment, "But you're all the way over there... It seems like a lot of work."
"Hey!" Ashley protested. She looked around for a pillow to throw at her, but they were all on the couch on the other side of the room. "I'm not worth it?" she demanded instead.
"I don't know..." Cassie said thoughtfully. "How about a demonstration?"
Ashley did her best to glare at her, but the urge to laugh proved to powerful. She giggled as she got up, walkin over to her girlfriend. "I'll demonstrate all right," she threatened, as she climbed into the chair on top of Cassie.
A/N: So... Totally wrote this on the tiny keypad on my iPod. With the tiny keys and the no spell checking-ness. So I appologize in advanced for the errors. This fic is for
starlit_purple. As per request.
Summary: Cassie and Ashley. That is all.
Rated: PG
She loved everything about Ashley. Her eyes, her laugh, her hair. Her lips, Cassie though, as she imagined kissing her.
Ashely looked up from her book to find Cassie staring at her. "What?" she asked, trying to decifer the other girl's expression.
"Nothing," Cassie said. "Just thinking."
"About what?" Ashley asked.
"You."
"Oh," Ashley said, a grin spreading over her face. "What were you thinking about me?"
"Kissing you."
Ashley grinned wider, "Well why are you just thinking about it."
Cassie shrugged, casually leaning back in her chair, "You looked busy."
"I wouldn't mind the inturuption," Ashley promised.
Cassie considered this for a moment, "But you're all the way over there... It seems like a lot of work."
"Hey!" Ashley protested. She looked around for a pillow to throw at her, but they were all on the couch on the other side of the room. "I'm not worth it?" she demanded instead.
"I don't know..." Cassie said thoughtfully. "How about a demonstration?"
Ashley did her best to glare at her, but the urge to laugh proved to powerful. She giggled as she got up, walkin over to her girlfriend. "I'll demonstrate all right," she threatened, as she climbed into the chair on top of Cassie.