No Desire (Hit the Floor)
Relying on Inspiration from the Inimitable, Indomitable, Most Fantastical Shakahnna. Omg it’s yuri! Prose of most vibrant purple, entirely apurpose, and unwholesome content entirely unsuitable for anyone under the age of 15, and anyone with sensitive grammar. Run, run away.
Jade wasn’t altogether sure she’d live to regret this. She’d traded matches with her princess by formal request. That hadn’t been necessary; Kitana was her friend, and she’d never had a real friend before. She was glad to do anything that kept Kitana thinking well of her.
But this was something else again.
Mileena, for her part, was intrigued. Information about Kitana’s newest playmate was scarce, no matter what she offered the guards. Jade was something of a mystery. It was clear why Kitana liked her, though. She was shy and pretty, with shining dark eyes. She probably turned a beautiful color when she blushed.
“I won’t hurt you,” said Mileena, smiling. “Not much.”
It was the oddest greeting the younger ninja had ever received, and it put her just a bit off balance. She blinked.
“What?”
“The brawl,” Mileena purred. “I won’t go easy on you, but it would be a shame if you were injured.”
Jade raised an eyebrow. She was a bit inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid, and anyway, her princess had warned her that something like this might happen.
“You talk too much.” Jade’s voice barely trembled when she said it.
“I always have. I’m told it’s a terrible habit.” Her lips slid back over her fangs in an eerie approximation of a smile. “What’s your name?”
Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? “Jade.”
The elder fighter paused for the reciprocal question, and when it wasn’t there, said, “Mileena,” and grimaced, as if she couldn’t stand the taste of her own name. “Here, now, let’s shake on it. Touch gloves, and all that.”
Something about her expression was so painfully eager that Jade took a step back before she realized what she was doing.
“No, thank you.”
Mileena tucked her hands, and the weapons in them, behind her back, her head lowered.
“You’re holding those wrong,” she said. Her eyes glittered. “You should keep your guard up.”
Unfinished. The dreadful and dreadfully explicit version will go up on DA.
*Smirk.*
Jade wasn’t altogether sure she’d live to regret this. She’d traded matches with her princess by formal request. That hadn’t been necessary; Kitana was her friend, and she’d never had a real friend before. She was glad to do anything that kept Kitana thinking well of her.
But this was something else again.
Mileena, for her part, was intrigued. Information about Kitana’s newest playmate was scarce, no matter what she offered the guards. Jade was something of a mystery. It was clear why Kitana liked her, though. She was shy and pretty, with shining dark eyes. She probably turned a beautiful color when she blushed.
“I won’t hurt you,” said Mileena, smiling. “Not much.”
It was the oddest greeting the younger ninja had ever received, and it put her just a bit off balance. She blinked.
“What?”
“The brawl,” Mileena purred. “I won’t go easy on you, but it would be a shame if you were injured.”
Jade raised an eyebrow. She was a bit inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid, and anyway, her princess had warned her that something like this might happen.
“You talk too much.” Jade’s voice barely trembled when she said it.
“I always have. I’m told it’s a terrible habit.” Her lips slid back over her fangs in an eerie approximation of a smile. “What’s your name?”
Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? “Jade.”
The elder fighter paused for the reciprocal question, and when it wasn’t there, said, “Mileena,” and grimaced, as if she couldn’t stand the taste of her own name. “Here, now, let’s shake on it. Touch gloves, and all that.”
Something about her expression was so painfully eager that Jade took a step back before she realized what she was doing.
“No, thank you.”
Mileena tucked her hands, and the weapons in them, behind her back, her head lowered.
“You’re holding those wrong,” she said. Her eyes glittered. “You should keep your guard up.”
Unfinished. The dreadful and dreadfully explicit version will go up on DA.
*Smirk.*