I have accounts on fanfiction.net and deviantart.com (am I allowed to reference those sites? I'm new here) under the name Kublakhan27. This is my first attempt at an MK fanfic but I'd like to try something a little more substantial down the road.Context: Basically Johnny meeting Mileena for the first time and not yet aware of how (ahem) different she is.
COME ON MILEENA
It isn't just a namesake, doll.
I know you got a cage
eager for the key of Johnny
the ambassador of Planet Charisma.
I feel funny, like my senses have extended
in this whacking - I mean wacky -
parallel universe
and damn I'm getting off on all
the smoking hot polygons of these natives,
but shapeshifting doesn't do much for me.
Now you, girl?
I can sense your purple spunk
inside that teasing chin-tickling veil.
Purple is my midsection's favourite colour;
we were meant to be, babe!
My growing shlaw...ah mean senses tell me so.
I can feel those anytime-anywhere eyes
and a bedroom blockbuster reeling off
teaser shots from my...my...
my? Movie star physique...I mean your physique.
Now that's a physique.
Any fighter chick will beg for a proposition
from a fighter dude so let's cut the small talk
and find a grown garden for our muscles
to converse a little more formally.
But first, let's just put aside
those shiny blades of your trade, shall we?
There's only one tool necessary
for the rolling of a screw.
And I can guarantee a sound repair
not to mention the satisfied towelling off
of a woman's whetted appetite.
No need for nut kabobs in this arena, girl.
Damn, all this and witty too!
~kublakhan27