Cheetara wandered the halls of cat's lair, a sly smile playing about her pale face. She had just been relieved of watch duty and rest was the last thing on her mind. She had some mighty interesting plans for Liono, her husband and Lord of the thundercats, most of them involving the sword (and not the mystic one that stood on the pedestal).

"Though that could be arranged" thought the cheetah with a naughty grin.

When she got to the chamber, however and opened the door, the smile dropped from Cheetara's face.

In fact, her mouth opened and closed in wordless shock for a minute or so at the sight she beheld. Lion-o was standing in the mirror, dressed in a strange outfit, composed of what looked like purple foam balls, covering his entire body.

He turned this way and that, regarding his reflection with a dissatisfied look. Without turning his eyes towards her, he inquired "Hon, do you think this is my colour?"

Cheetara sputtered for a few seconds before yelping "WHY are you dressed like that?! Did you lose a bet or something?!"

"Huh?, oh, well..." The lion grinned sheepishly "The treasury's been awful low lately, what with the wedding and our honeymoon. Not to mention when you redecorated our chambers..."

At the cheetah's glare he added "They look real nice, Love, really! The lion realized the compliment got him nowhere, judging from the withering look on his wife's face. So he continued. "So, I got myself a job"

Cheetara exhaled, struggling to keep her voice even, or at least not at a pitch that would shatter glass. She almost succeeded. "As what?! A bunch of grapes?"

"Exactly!" Liono grinned vapidly. Cheetara was so understanding! no wonder he married her! Cheetara blinked and Liono wilted. Evidently she didn't understand as well as he thought. "The company that makes my uniforms needed a new spokesperson" Liono explained "We need money, so I auditioned. After all, who better to speak for them than the Lord of the Thundercats?" Liono stuck his chest out proudly. But unfortunately, two grapes were placed in the wrong spot for such a pose. They jutted out in a most unmanly fashion.

Cheetara giggled.

Liono pouted.

The cheetah's giggles turned into helpless laughter.

When she could finally speak, sort of, she asked "Why the grape guy hon? couldn't they have found something err...more dignified?"

"Well, I hate blueberries" Liono grimaced "What IS Tygra's obsession with them anyway? And they they told me under no circumstances were they going to let me be a strawberry or banana. I believe their exact words were 'We're not paying you to star in lemons written by every passing female'�.

Cheetara started laughing again, realizing that her husband had completely missed the point...again, then stopped.

"STAR IN LEMONS?!" Her voice reached a dangerous pitch.

Liono winced, his grapes jiggling.

"EVERY PASSING FEMALE?!"

"Babe, calm down! There are a lot of universes and fanfics out there, can I help it if I'm the stud-muffin in most of them?"

Cheetara lifted an eyebrow at her husband's attire "Yes, real sexy hun."

"You're mean" Liono pouted "All I'm trying to do is make a little extra money to make you happy and..." He sniffled.

Cheetara softened and adopted a sultry smile, determined to make it up to him. And hey! maybe she could get him out of that ridiculous costume!

It was a callenge for sure. Cheetara NEVER backed down from a challenge.

"Is that your stem? or are you happy to see me?"

The end, for now :D