I have a friend who's looking for Kill Bill femslash. I'm pointing her to the few stories on Silverlake -- anyone seen anything else?

(Theo, I can't wait to read your story!)

More from the wilds of Nikita fandom:

The golf cart he was riding in hit a bump and he went flying, hitting his head against the carpeted floor and passing out. Nikita rushed to his side and managed to take him in her cart back to the entrance door, his body covered in some sort of combustible material that slowly burned through his clothing.

Okay, first, don't ask why they're in golf carts. Secondly, what a coincidence that just from falling on the ground, he gets covered in combustible material that melts his clothes!

Michael was all banged up; he had lost consciousness but was not dead or maimed.

In case you were worrying that he was dead. Or maimed.

She knew she had to make him warm or he would surely die, so she proceeded to remove all her clothes and of course the bowl that covered him so well.

See, she'd placed the bowl over...never mind.

"Shut up Michael, I am not that hard up. I need to make you hot.” She said, trying hard to make him relax, smile, perhaps concentrate in something other than the problem at hand; she was also making him drink scotch straight from the bottle.

“I understand… perhaps…” He started to say, sputtering and his eyes started to close.

“Oh no you don’t, you are not going to sleep… here…” She said and incredibly started giving him a blowjob. ‘Whatever it takes.’

That's our Nikita. Selfless to the end.

She was rubbing her hands up and down his arms and legs, as her lips stayed attached to his manhood. She was sucking desperately the small, but yet perfect center of his being. She was rubbing herself against his legs, like a dog in heat and rubbing her breasts against his chest.

A bit more conscientious of what she was doing he started to enjoy the girl. Her mouth was warm against his very cold staff that slowly was unfurling without either of them realizing it. She moaned unintentionally and he let out a deep sigh, which made the blonde beauty wrapped tightly around him, smile. Carnal needs soon thereafter taking over the need to be kept warm.

She's selfless, he's "conscientious".

Michael was very good at this Nikita thought, good at giving as well as receiving, she was being well serviced and felt like a slut, surely this is what Michael was thinking of her. She was surprised after all he was a Prince and she would have thought he had never given head to anyone, probably never even received such a wonderful treat back. But she was amazed at how his tongue hit all the right folds, all the right places and had all the right moves, in her extensive sexual experiences, she had never known anyone this good.

After all, he is a Prince.

I think you want "conscious", babe. Cause you can't be conscientious, or anything else but real quiet, if you're not.Still blows my mind that she walks away from the PC, all "Damn, I'm good." after that. And where did the burny stuff come from and how is he not, you know, crisp now?

Oy. And you read this by choice?

After all, he is a Prince.

And she's a slut. Cause she, uh, enjoys being gone down on.

People have such easy definitions these days, I swear -- you'd think just anybody could be a slut!

Her mouth was warm against his very cold staff that slowly was unfurling without either of them realizing it.

Wow. She's really out of it, huh?

And why are his assets cold? Metal bowl?

Good point. Did the clothes-eating substance also lower his temperature?

A curious public demands to know!

Because the sprinklers went on in response to the combustible stuff.