finally figured
Title: Lust
Fandom: America’s Next Top Model: Cycle 4
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Kahlen/Christina (Femslash)
Spoiler: Episode 10 + behind the scenes.
Summary: The Girl Who Flop in the Mud Episode. Where the girls go kloofing (?)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. But I can’t say that I don’t feel their energy!
Feedback: comments please..
this is something i wanna share with the world. Since i couldn't on a lot of sites, well, here I could be myself. So read it. Cuz this is what I've been obssessing over. Gotta love Kahlen/Christina!!
ENJOY!
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She was in a grave, like the one we used in the deadly sins photo shoot. She was wearing that tight, red corset, and her lips are the same blood red. You don’t know why you’re here. But the subconscious of your subconscious told you that you were dreaming.
But why was she here? In your dreams of all places. Why?
She’s six feet under, you’re six feet above. She looks at you, silently beckoning. She wasn’t saying anything and although you wanted to, you couldn’t say a thing either.
You’re heating up, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. It’s getting hard to breathe as she poses lust, her green-blue eyes twinkling suggestively.
You feel like going down, to join her. She just looked so… sex- you meant sensual. Those thin lips of hers smirk at you just before her teeth bite her lower lip in quite a savage (but erotic?) way.
You want to kiss them.
Suddenly, you’re right next to her, unaware of how that had happened. Her crimson fingernails trace your cheeks, stroking teasingly. You lick your lips as she grabs you by the neck, pulling you closer to plant a nice one square on your surprisingly eager-
Your eyes snap open. Before your eyes could adjust to the light, it’s evident that there’s a person jumping on your bed. Scratch that - a crazy person jumping on your bed, with you still in it.
As the figure comes to focus, you realize that Tyra Banks, the Tyra Banks is jumping on your bed. She was the crazy person jumping on your bed.
“Wake up! Wake up!”
Jesus! Was this another dream? Tyra would never, even over a dead body, do this on National TV.
She accidentally steps on your arms that were almost in the process of protecting you.
Nope, that hurt. This is clearly not a dream. And yes, Tyra Banks is jumping on your bed so listen to her talk.
“Now that you’re awake, how bout’ some good ole’ African food?” she says excitedly to you.
She must be starving.
You hear the other girls making noise outside in the dining area and Tyra tells you to catch up right before she left to join the rest of them.
You’re still sitting on the bed, squeezing every last ounce of memory from your brain. You knew you had a dream, it’s just that… er… you sort of forgot it. But all you knew was that it was a good dream because when you woke up, you felt so bothered. This always happens to you anyway, so you try to forget about it in the meantime.
You quickly fix yourself and drag yourself to the table. Well, when you got out of the room, you remembered that Tyra was there so you quit the dragging. Dragging wouldn’t help you at judging, no siree.
When you walked in, you of course had to notice Tyra first. You give her a shy smile and she returns it with her ‘I-just-woke-you-up-sorry’ apologetic one. Then you see Brittany, her usual wackiness tamed by Tyra’s presence. Brittany was sitting next to Keenyah, who was piling up the food. When you mean piling, you mean piling. Naima watched as Keenyah did this, you could almost hear her sighing in disappointment.
Then you catch her eye. She gives you a quick grin and you suddenly feel yourself blushing like mad. You turn your gaze to your lap, away from her observant eyes. For a second, you’re wondering why you’re reacting like this. It was just at that moment, when you looked up to find her listening to Tyra talk, a slight crease could be seen on her brow. She’s nervous, you can tell. She starts to nibble her lower lip and your thoughts race because the action was vaguely familiar.
Where have you seen that before? Cause’ you swear to God that you have. And just like bubblegum pops back into your mouth, the memory comes rushing back.
The image of lust: big, hungry, pleading eyes, leather and lace covering saccharine flesh, fish-nets on perfect calves and thighs, white teeth erotically biting into thin, ruby red lips
That black, long-sleeved top looks so tight on her. You guiltily find yourself thinking.
Oh, now you remember.
“Kahlen, you’re burning up.” Keenyah announces oh-so-observantly.
Brittany and the others turn to you and she asks, “What happened to you?”
“Oh, don’t mind her, she’s just ticked cause’ I took her away from dreamland.” Tyra answers for you, motioning it away with her fork (holding some curry) then she laughs and the rest follow suit. This woman was hilarious. No, really.
“Just kidding, honey!” she laughs when she sees the surprised expression on your face.
“Must be some dream, K?” Christina asks you after regaining some oxygen (Tyra has that affect on people: she leaves them breathless.).
“Yep, it was some dream.” You repeat as an answer. You hold her gaze and grin.
I just wish Tyra didn’t wake me though.