Wow. Okay, first I have to apologize to all you American Idol perverts out there looking for detailed description of the two Idols playing with multiply pronged dildos, because this story doesn’t have them. Instead, it’s a reasonably tender story of love awakening between the the two singers, as they move from competitive envy to become best friends and something more, while dealing with family members, dead dogs, and the media. There’s no scissoring, just soft kisses and cuddling.
Carrie took out the necklace, attempting to put it on herself.
“Need help?” Kelly laughed, walking behind her.
“Thanks,” Carrie replied, holding her hair out of the way. She fingered the necklace carefully. It was a small white gold treble clef with a cross running vertically through it. The pendant was encrusted with diamonds, and it fell against her chest, sparkling beautifully.
“Seriously,” she shook her head. “I can’t accept this.”
“You don’t like it?” Kelly asked, worriedly.
“God no, Kell,” Carrie said quickly. “It’s beautiful, and it’s perfect. It’s just…my gift is no where near this good.”
“I thought we agreed,” Kelly smiled.
“Yea, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to not get me something. Honestly, you can be too sweet for your own good sometimes.”
“So, you’ll take the gift?” Kelly asked, hopefully.
Carrie sighed. She couldn’t say no to that face; besides, the necklace was gorgeous. “Of course, I’ll take it.”
Kelly glowed with happiness.
Or so I’m guessing, because I only read the first ten chapters of the 22 chapter epic romance, which I estimate totals a minimum of 25,000 words. Devoted to Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood. Falling in love. You can read it here. And don’t worry, gentle readers, as I promise to find some terrifying account of Jack Sparrow trimming Will Turner’s mainmast next week.