The Next Ten Minutes Chapter 1 : Possible and Goshen

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"How is this possible?" Yup, I walked right into that one. Kim groaned, covering her eyes with her left arm as the Kimmunicator vibrated in her right hand. She laid on her back in a semi-starfish position while Shego remained leaning against the desk in the luxurious hotel room.

"Well, anything's possible for a Possible after all," Shego's cocky smirk quickly turned into a frown when she realised that she was a Possible now. Is it too late to change that? But do I actually want change?

"You were supposed to fix this before Ron found out. Before my parents. Oh and the whole wide world too," Kim continued to let out groaning sounds. "I've never intentionally ignored any calls on my Kimmunicator until today. The count just went up to 32."

"I am trying, Princess. No not really. You could actually try to help me, rather than make useless sounds, on the bed. Not the sounds I wished I could get you to make anyway, Princess. Won't you be a good wi–" Oh for fuck's sake, I'm losing it.

"Stop. Shego, don't even say it. If you call me that, then it makes it real!" Kim raising her voice slightly as sat up on the bed. This is so the drama but the thought of being Shego's - Nope don't even say it in your thoughts, Kim.

"Aww getting a bit angry now, dear?" Shego teased despite the knots forming in her stomach. Is she that repulsed by the thought of being my wife? Kim Possible is my wife. Oh wow. I wonder whose freak out is worse. Dr D or the Doofus? "Are we at the point where we consider divorce? Divorce shouldn't be the first option. At least try see a couples therapist first. For the sake of the kids, you know. Think of how a divorce will affect the Doofus, Rufus and Dr D."

"Stop calling Ron that and couples therapy? Ha ha. Of course you would take this opportunity to make things inappropriate with your humour. Divorce... I didn't even plan on being m-uhm. A divorce at the age of 24." Bonnie is going to have a field day at our class reunion. A Possible family reunion in Vegas was the reason she was in this mess. How did she end up with a shotgun wedding? At least it wasn't officiated by some Elvis impersonator or weird entertainer.

Somehow, Kim Possible had managed to get one of the Judges in the Nevada court to officiate. Kim couldn't even remember when or how Shego had joined her family vacation. Alcohol. The dweebs (who had just turned 21 years old) gave her some drink with beautiful green flames. Kim has always been fascinated with Shego's plasma. Well, it is true that I think Shego has the most unique power among her siblings. Ugh.

"I'm going to have even less reasons to see my family if we get a divorce. Dad is going to flip. Dang it - we were getting along so well too. NOT. No one from the Goshen family gets a divorce. Everyone is so fucking happily married. It's disgusting." And admirable but what can I do? The Princess will get what the Princess wants. If she wants a divorce, I'll just have to agree.

"Your family name is Goshen? I thought Go was just because Team Go was based in Go City. Wait... Goshen? Is it the same-" Kim was interrupted by Shego igniting the plasma on her hands but she persisted. Shego wouldn't hurt me. She never actually hurt me, even when we were fighting. A few bruises here and there but nothing broken from our fights. "Goshen that founded Go City? Wow your family-"

"Stop talking about my family unless you want to meet them. That can easily be arranged when I throw you all the way to Go City from here," Shego threatened but she could see the wheels turning in Kim's mind. As if I could stop Hurricane Isabelle from descending upon us. Shego could feel an alarmed chill trail down her spine at the thought of her mother being on the way here. The media shit storm will really become a hurricane if when that happens.

"Why would anybody ever marry someone as violent and grumpy as you?" Kim muttered as she side-eyed her Kimmunicator with the display flashing "Mom".

"You already did , Pumpkin," Shego flashed a predatory grin at the exasperated redhead.

"If you're going to be impossible, then can you just stay quiet?" Kim narrowed her eyes at the pale woman with perfect bed hair in a bathrobe. Perfect? Ugh. And how is the bathrobe only reaching her thighs? Uh-no looking GF. Kim could imagine Monique chastising her for following that trail from Shego's thighs upwards.

Shego could tell where Kim's eyes tracked and stopped leaning against the desk. She moved towards the world-saving young woman, swaying her hips as she held the belt of her bathrobe. Meanwhile, Kim started to feel dizzy either from the fast-approaching vision of Shego or her holding her breath due to the former. It was likely a combination of both, she concluded as Shego leaned over her. She exhaled only to inhale sharply as her gaze was caught by a pink tongue appearing. The contrast, along with the motion of Shego licking her lips, made Kim's stomach twists in knots.

"Me being impossible? I wouldn't dare, Princess. I am Mrs Possible now, you know," Shego punctuated her declaration by kneeling on the bed and hovering over Kim's lap. It would have looked like Shego was straddling Kim's lap, except their bodies did not touch. Kim could feel the soft fabric of the bathrobe against the skin on her thighs though. There's only so much protection her shorts would provide.

Kim's knuckles turned white from gripping her Kimmunicator which stopped vibrating while her other hand fisted the sheets on the other side. She swallowed almost audibly, gathering the sense to counter Shego's moves. She refused to admit Shego's ability to unnerve her. She has always had that ability.

"Would that make me your Mrs Go-sh-" Almost as soon as those words left her throat, she realised her mistake and stopped. Oops .

As a pale hand reached to tilt Kim's chin upwards and dark lips pressed against the pulse point on Kim's neck, Kim realised her hands were tugging at Shego's bathrobe belt.

Kim's hands trembled until she pushed aside the soft fabric to come into contact with smooth skin but stopped all action when she could feel soft lips make slow ascent to the point right below her ear.

Kimberly Ann Possible's breath hitched at the soft murmur she heard.

Notes

To quote a Clash song, should I stay or should I go?

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