Okay...I want to start off by saying I'm SUPER happy with the way this one-shot turned out. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Ninjago.

There were two wandering souls strolling in a large valley filled with diversely colored flowers. The two souls smiled, talked, kissed, laughed, and joked.

"Cole!" Cried the first soul. The second soul-whose name we now know is Cole-responded with:

"What? Whatever." They laughed.

"Anyway," Cole said, turning to the first soul, "I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night."

"I'd love to," she responded.

"Great."

A silence spread amongst the two, until the first one asked: "You know, Cole, I've always wondered: You are the master of earth. And, since you control the earth, you must look good in your element,"

Cole raised an eyebrow. "Nya, darling, what are you suggesting?"

The soul whose name was Nya smiled. "Take off your shirt. I'll be right back!" She scampered off. Cole shot her a suspicious look, but obeyed.

Nya ran through the meadow, collecting flowers whose petals were colored different shades of oranges. When she gathered around ten, she ran back to where a shirtless Cole was standing.

"Okay." she said. Looking around the valley, she saw the outskirts of a forest not too far from where they were standing. "Follow me!" Nya grabbed his wrist and they took off towards the forest.

After a few minutes of running, Nya slowed down when they approached a small clearing.

"Okay," Nya panted, "sit down right there." She pointed to a patch of dirt.

He sat, then asked: "What are you doing?"

She scooped up a handful of dirt, then walked over to him.

"I want to see what you look like in your element," she sat on his lap, then turned to face him. The sight of him shirtless made her sigh dreamily. Then, snapping back into reality, she began smearing dirt onto his twelve-pack, then his upper chest, biceps, forearms, his neck, and his shoulders.

She retrieved another handful, then smeared it onto his face.

Cole loved the feeling of Nya's delicate fingers dancing across his skin. Whenever they touched, he felt little sparks pop and crackle within him. As she touched his face, he felt little traces of her touch left when she lifted her fingers.

He wanted to touch her, too, but he couldn't; her touch had brought paralysis with it. He closed his eyes as she smeared more dirt onto his tanned skin.

Leaving his eyes closed, he felt her delicate, fragile fingers slide down his now dirt-covered chest until they found the waistband of his worn-out jeans. One-by-one, she slipped each button through its assigned hole until they were completely unbuttoned.

His eyes fluttered open, but Nya only leaned forward and silenced his oncoming questions with a kiss.

Finally, the paralysis faded away and he brought his hands to her waist and, with an earthy passion that filled his chest and spread throughout his body, made him pull her even closer and taste her for who she really was.

Nya threw herself into the kiss and straddled him, wanting to lose herself in him. Rooting her lips on his, he felt the curves and slopes of her body and pulled her even closer.

She touched his chest, then she moved her fingers to his face and traced the outlines of his jawline, then she touched his mouth as they slowly separated. Her fingers stopped at his lips.

He dared to look her in the eyes. They were filled with an unreadable emotion.

He moved his hands to cup her face. He gave a weak smiled.

"So how do I look?" He whispered.

"Straight up sexy," she whispered back.

Tell me what you think!