2008/05/05: The following shortfic was posted on the KP Slash Forum some months ago. It is presented in its original form.
I don't own these characters; they belong to Walt Disney Productions. I'll be returning them.
Ron and Yori are letting me borrow the safe words. Muchas gracias to them both.
Overnight Bag
A Kim Possible spamfic by Ecchi-Spud.
Kim shut herself in her room. Her ride to the 'slumber party at Bonnie's' (OFFICIAL TITLE) would be arriving in minutes, so she wanted to make certain of the contents of her bag.
On her bed rested an oversized duffel bag. Kim zipped open one side to go through the items within.
Standard-issue "battle dress" outfit – check.
Toiletries bag with toothbrush, paste, shampoo, and deodorant – check.
Extra cotton undies – check.
Personal camcorder – check.
Blank disks to go with the camcorder – check.
Hidden camera – Kim carefully removed the spy cam from its place in the bag, and placed it on her desk next to the Kimmunicator. Kim spoke directly at the lens, "Sorry, Tweebs. Not tonight," before turning it off. In the distance, through a few walls, Kim could hear sounds of disappointment from her brothers.
White silk 'baby-doll' nightie – check.
Satisfied in the contents on one side, Kim closed the one side of the duffel bag, before moving on to the other.
Black lace teddy – check.
Leather strap harness – check.
Green 'waist cincher' with open cups and matching crotch-less thong – check.
Stiletto heels – check.
Short riding crop – check.
Fur-lined handcuffs – check.
Keys for fur-lined handcuffs – DOUBLE-check.
Extra toiletries bag with K-Y and assorted 'toys' – check.
Kim was closing this side of the bag when she heard her father call from the hallway. "Kimmie-cub! Your ride is here!"
"Okay, Dad. Could she come up here, please?"
Kim was thinking, There's something I'm forgetting . . . Oh yes, safe words. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Hey Princess! Are you ready?"
Kim dashed over to the door, revealing a welcome sight. Shego was dressed in her "professional" outfit – the same one she wore as a substitute teacher at Middleton High. The smirk on her face, the leer in her eyes, and the cricket bat in her hands indicated Shego's mood as . . . not quite professional.
Pulling Shego in to the bedroom and closing the door, Kim commented, "You brought the 'Board of Education' here?"
"Don't worry, Kimmie. I told your parents it's an item from my old sorority days. I said that Tara and Monique were asking about it."
"And that didn't raise any suspicions?"
"Not with your father. Your mother, on the other hand . . ."
"Shego . . ."
"Relax, Kimmie. She was just drooling a little."
"You don't think . . ."
Shego's only response was to raise one eyebrow, in a gesture worthy of a particularly popular Vulcan.
Hefting the duffel bag from her bed, Kim said, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go!"
Yes, I know I still suck at this (still trying, though). Original concept was developed earlier this morning; typing this out took only forty minutes. C&C at your leisure.
"Oh, yeah. Shego, safe words."
"Yes?"
"I think, for tonight, my safe word will be . . . 'naco.'"
"All right, Kimmie. 'Naco' is your safe word."
"And yours?"
"Let me think . . . " Shego stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. "'Booyah.'"
Kim giggled for a second. "Okay, Shego. 'Booyah' it is. Shall we go?"
Shego wrapped an arm around Kim, and placing her head on the other's shoulder, whispered, "Whatever you say, 'Mistress.'"