Summery: Long sunbathed legs. A demon witch's pride. She couldn't stop staring. They were so long...
Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
Long legs. That's all there really was. Well...aside from the on-fire hair and python eyes. But that's all there really was. Long lonngg legs.
Long sun-bathed legs, struttin and walkin. Walk. Walk. Walk. Posed to fight. Poised to pose. And by kitty hell, she stares! When she kicks and struts with those lean legs.
“Katnappe, look up!” she snarls whenever her eyes stay glued to those wonderful legs.
But when her legs are wrapped tight around her white as milk stomach, she doesn’t stare. No, she doesn’t stare. No, she moans and groans and pants. No, she doesn’t stare; no, she grabs and rakes her girly pink manicured nails across those long gripping legs.
“Now that’s much better!” she whispers against her ear and once more wraps her long legs around her waist.
But as her long sylphlike body undulated, sinewy tanned like-sand legs were not all there really was. Long blood-dipped nails dug and dipped and dented her squashy flesh. They also caused all sorts of fun! And they were really pretty, too! All red and sharp and long. Those nails were realllyyy pretty when they dug into Xiaolin tender flesh.
“We’re so cool,” she says unexpectedly against dark skin. But that is how she was. Random and pale and blond and crazy creepy.
“Well...I am,” was the smug answer along with a long husky laugh.
All of a sudden her laugh was much prettier then her legs or nails...
Inspired by Regina Spektor's Carbon Monoxide.