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Kim's feet glided quietly across tiled laboratory floor, a ghostly presence that seemed to blend into the inky blackness that surrounded her. She could feel the shadow surrounding her as though a large gelatin mold whose weight would not be argued or fought with-her going was slow.
Silently, her adversary appeared-a whiff of noxious, green smoke coalescing into shape and luscious form-sleek, yet toxic. "Long time no see, Princess" The villain held onto that word like it was a musical note, her siren song swirling through Kim's ears with every word she spoke. "Is it cold in here, or are you just happy to see me?"
Kim's spine was shuddering slightly, and she knew her nipples were tiny blades that would pierce the heavens if she so wanted, and the fact that her nemesis knew that too...well, hot didn't even begin to describe how she was feeling. It was something about that voice, the sweet yet raspy voice, and how it pronounced certain words, made certain statements that sent her entire body quivering.
Suddenly, without warning or transition-such as the changing of a channel-Kim found herself beneath the seductive villain. Skin touched skin, lips brushed against her firm stomach as the quiver grew into full blown orgasm. But, before she could take the time to properly enjoy it, she woke up.
Kim blinked her eyes momentarily, as the real world came into focus once more. She was in the back of a plane, a small propeller driven number, and Ron was next to her drooling into his pillow.
They were on the way home from a rescue mission down in Louisiana, where they'd had to fight off a mob of mutated crocodiles. They were, thankfully, were an unfortunate accident rather than a mad plot. That didn't stop the activity from occupying the better part of a day. The both of them were exhausted and worn and, by their own rotten luck, had had to wait several hours until a ride home could be arranged.
They were lucky, she thought to herself, to have so many people willing to drop all to assist in their missions but, as she'd learned time and time again, it would pay for her to seek out her own pilot license. Kim was considering asking the pilot about that when her Kimmunicator rang. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she stowed her Pandaroo and flipped on the device.
"What's the sitch, Wade." She spouted her catch phrase automatically, with the drone of a zombie. She could hardly move, but she knew her duty when it came and was reluctant to blow off a mission just because it was inconvenient.
Wade told her of a break-in in a warehouse somewhere in Tacoma, and went on to describe the various experimental and dangerous compounds and inventions the owners had stored there. It was of vital importance that she handle it, especially once it the guards noticed a familiar two-tone villainess on the security monitors.
Kim's ears perked up when Wade mentioned Shego and a ferocious smile grew on her face. It had been a solid month since Kim had fought her, and the lack of the villain's presence weight on her heart—there was a reason she was worn out from a single mission when, previously, she would go days without sleep or rest.
It was that no matter how worn or dead to the world Kim became-no matter how poor a day she'd suffered-the one thing guaranteed to brighten up her life was a one-on-one with her favorite laurel lady.
The unrepentant sarcasm, the heat and endless motion, the smell of sweat glazing her skin and face—the glancing blows and searing flames brought out something in the heroine that no other battle could. The two of them were in a class of their own, to be sure, but more than that they spoke the same language. The same wild, adrenaline charged language where a well met parry surpassed a tender kiss, an extended grapple doubled as a rapturous orgasm and complete defeat was no less than utter submission. Kim unbuckled herself and moved forward to the cabin, making absolutely .
"Major Danvers," Kim started, waving off the woman's protests that she call her Carol, "I'm going to need you to make a detour. Please and thank you."
Shego's lips curled up in a smile when she heard the cacophonous crash of several pounds of glass striking the floor. Spinning on her heel, she turned to face the interloper with a laugh on her lips and an eager gleam in her eyes. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
Standing before her, amidst a pile of shattered skylight was her rival, the world-renown Kimberly Anne Possible. Like Kim, Shego had missed the rivalry that had served as their life for the past few years—but rather than mope around, like some people chose to, she'd decided to do something about it. So, when the budding well of frustration became too much to bear, Shego convinced her employer that it was time for them to come out of retirement.
Not that she couldn't have arranged something herself, she supposed, but Drakken paid her well and all small part of her wanted him to get his money's worth before their contract expired. For a brief moment she'd hesitated, it was a shame to filthy her record so soon after it was expunged—but she supposed that was a small price to pay for the extract of combat. The heroine dropped to a low crouch, much like a lioness preparing to pounce, or a housecat hunting a halibut, and Shego did the same.
There were words, a quick exchange of banter, and all else was lost to the rhythmic tango of fists and bruised flesh. Kicks were blocked and punches dodged as the two enemies embraced the familiar dance once more.
Elsewhere, unknown to the crimson-haired avenger, a certain mad scientist peered through a rifle scope and chuckled menacingly.
"Soon" the doctor muttered, his shrill voice placing a slight crack in the lense of his scope "Soon, thanks to my latest invention and twenty dollars well spent at Wacky Wilson's Hunting Academy and Spandex Emporium, Kim Possible and her idiot sidekick will spend the rest of their lives-" the tiny blue man's reverie was interrupted by the clearing of a throat and a crack of a set of knuckles.
"Would it kill you to remember my name, Drakken?"
"The sidekick! How'd you find my perfectly camouflaged deer blind!?" The doctor frowned, pivoting around slowly.
"Dude," Ron said, his eyebrows raised "Next time you might wanna try urban camo."
Drakken drummed his fingers across the barrel of the complicated looking rifle and smiled. "Well dawg," Dr. Drakken couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he brought the rifle to bear. "Could you go and fetch me some?"
There was a loud bang.
Shego found herself crashing to the floor as the shot rang out, so the sound was lost in the ringing that already resonated through her skull. Kim, however, heard it well and clear. Kim's face froze with shock as she turned to face the source of the noise.
"No. Ron..." Kim rushed forward to the pile of shipping crates and towards the lone square of splotchy, green camo. Before she could take two steps, the nose of a rifle poked out through a small slit.
Shego, still reeling from the blow to her head, could only watch in horror as Kim jerked and collapsed to her knees She wasted no time in rushing to Kim's side and was awash with relief when Kim's heartbeat came strong through her fingertips. Shego searched and found, lodged in Kim's chest, a bulbous, titanium-hued dart. She dropped it into her pocket.
Relief gave way to anger and Shego vaulted over her employer's flimsy cover and gripped his neck in her razor talons.
"What did you do?!" She demanded as a trickle of blood trickled onto her gloves.
"I don't understand-" She slammed him against the wall.
"What. Did. You. Do."
Drakken swallowed. "I simply gave our erstwhile foes an injection of nano-molecular, behavioral adjustors. It's quite ingenious. You'd think you'd be more-"
"Behavioral adjustors" Shego thought "Fucking Mind control." Eyes wide with fury, Shego pulled the gun from his grip and gave Drakken a good thwack. before casting it aside. Releasing her grip on the mad doctor she turned away and watched as she scrambled over to his invention.
"Shego..." he whined as his enforcer examined her rival's blond sidekick who was, at this moment, , hopping up and down on his knees and barking at the blue-skinned fool. "You broke the speaker! Now it won't make the shooty noises!"
Shego looked at Drakken, then towards Ron, then back at her boss and grinned. "Aw, sorry about your toy, Dr. D. Why don't you play with your new pet instead?" She gave Ron a little nudge, and the chase was on.
While Ron pursued Drakken around the warehouse, Shego returned to where she'd left Kim. She didn't like what she found. Whereas Ron, when he was shot, was "in battle" and left a raving, drooling loon; Kim was transformed in moment of pure agony.
When Shego returned from the warehouses dim corner, Kim was collapsed in a heap, still recovering from the crippling sadness that preceded her collapse. Or she was, until she saw Shego.
Kim rose to her hands and knees and barred her teeth as a low rumbling growl rose from her chest. Shego froze in her tracks.
"Woah, Kimmie-" Shego started, raising her hands in front of her. Unfortunately for her, that was all the cue Kim needed to pounce.