I honestly just randomly came across this shipping one day with a friend and figured "Yeah, ok. Guess I'll ship this now." Enjoy~

Today was finally a day of peace. No constant fighting over a silly payload or Objective; No killing random people-or even clones of yourself- a million times over. Just rest, relaxation, and peace. But, unfortunately for one purple-haired assassin, her ideas of relaxation greatly differed from her lover's. While Skye preferred to stay in bed to sleep her free days away, her spunky and always energetic lover would have none of her lazy lifestyle. Even now, as I explain this to you, our poor dear friend Skye has been dragged out of bed, forcefully cleaned and dressed, and dragged to some sunny hill with a great Oak tree at the top. The sky was a deep shade of blue, the clouds floated ideally by, fluffy and pristinely white. All over the grassy hill small cuddly critters continually popped up amongst the bright green of the grass and many different colors of flowers that made this dreamscape-like hill their home.

"Mmmrph-" Skye whined and groaned like a child as her incredibly patient lover let go of her leg after dragging the lazy elf all the way uphill while she lazed about on her back.

"Oh, 'cmon Skye!" The now finally agitated smaller elf, Ying, scolded the assassin. "Don't tell me I dragged your lazy butt all the way up that hill for nothing!"

"Doh, quit being so angry," Skye scoffed as she sat herself up and gave her cute little belly-dancer a cocky, almost devilish grin. "You know you like my butt~"

Ying opened her mouth to say something, but the bright vermillion blush that spread across her face like wildfire managed to silence her and she sat before her annoying lover in a huff. Skye cackled jovially at Ying's annoyance and found herself wrapping her arms around her stomach as she rolled around on the ground laughed her previously mentioned butt off. All Ying could do was puff up her cheeks, fold her arms across her chest impatiently, lean her back against the great Oak and give the cackling assassin a glare so filled with fury you'd swear she was staring at her mortal enemy. When Skye saw her lover glaring at her like this, her laughter quickly died off. She felt a sinking feeling of guilt in her heart and looked to the ground with a look of misery. Ying nearly broke her facade of fury when Skye sprung up suddenly and gave her a devilish grin like she had before. The purple haired elf fell to the ground as if her legs had given out beneath her in a split second and got on her knees. Planting her hands on the ground before her, Skye slowly stalked over to Ying on all fours. Ying, although flustered by the action, looked away in a huff.

Bad decision!

Skye took the opportunity to pounce onto Ying's small body and grip the smaller girl's shoulders. The mystic looked directly into the assassin's eyes and saw a look of hunger. Her cheeks, nose, and even the tips of her ears were quickly consumed by a blush even larger than the one before. She opened her mouth to oppose, but any words were quickly swallowed up by Skye's plush lips pressing against hers dominantly. Ying's eyes widened at the sudden action but quickly relaxed. She closed her grey eyes and simply let the clearly dominant Skye take complete control of the surprise kiss/makeout session. Skye forced her tongue into Ying's mouth and relished in the sounds of her high pitched moans.

The two would have progressed further with the kiss if a certain anthropomorphic Fennec Fox hadn't chucked a water balloon at the back of the purple haired elf's head. She immediately withdrew from the kiss at lightning speeds to crane her head over her shoulder and find the nuisance.

"So sorry to break up the party," Pip teased as he juggled another water balloon in his hand. "But I thought that someone as dirty as you could use a good shower!" His taunts were followed by another water balloon that soared directly towards Ying's stunned face. In the blink of an eye the cat-like reflected Skye had caught the water balloon in hand, completely intact. She proceeded to crush it mercilessly and give the dandelion next to her a good drink. The cruel and unforgiving look in her eye made the words 'It was at this moment, Pip knew... he fucked up' pop up in the poor Fennec's mind as Skye stood up and prepared to sprint after him.

"That'll be your SKULL in a few seconds you nosey little rat!" She roared as she rushed the now terrified Pip while he sprinted away downhill.

Ying still stared out at nothingness, her back still against the great Oak, her mind still registering the disappointment of the kiss ending. She was simply blown away by the intimacy. At the back of her mind she heard a voice shout "Go get that hot piece of ass!" but she resisted such animalistic urges. She simply lay there, letting a dreamy smile stretch across her lips. Finding herself quite comfortable in the shade, listening to the calming sounds of the wind sweeping grasses, tree branches and leaves; The distant, yet still audible sound of her lover's enraged voice, Ying let herself be serenaded and put to sleep on the beautiful hill.

...

After finally teaching that damned Fox a lesson or two, Skye stormed but up the hill, still a bit huffy, only to find a sight that simply made her heart melt. Her "always energetic" lover had fallen asleep under the tree. How precious! She was so damn peaceful looking that the slightly taller elf had a hard time controlling her urge to pounce on and take advantage of this enticing sight. Instead, Skye walked to the tree's mighty trunk, stood next to Ying, turned herself around and sunk to the ground. She leaned back against the tree and purred as she stretched her arms and back a bit. Once she finished stretching, Skye looked down to find the black haired elf's head slowly slipping sideways towards her. She simply let Ying's head fall limply to her lap. A small pang of worry sprung up in the back of her mind as a terrifying thought came to mind: was Yang sick? Poisoned? Dead?!

The wave of paranoia fueled panic overcame the assassin and her hand flew to Yang's neck to check for a pulse. The feeling there was far too faint, so she grabbed Yang's arm and checked her wrist. The feeling was still faint, put strong enough to tell that it was only Skye's rampant paranoia. She let out a sigh that quickly turned to a throaty chuckle. Yang groaned as she rolled over in Skye's lap. She was still sleeping quite peacefully, so at least Skye could avoid a scolding from a cranky little elf... for now. Not wishing to dwell on this thought for much longer, Skye simply relaxed and relished in the serenity of the moment. It was a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling that wrapped around the assassin like a blanket. Slowly, she followed in her lover's footsteps and gave into slumber.