A/N: This will be the last one shot before I really get into this story. Writing these has really given me a better idea of what I want to happen and where I want to go. Thank you to my reviewers and viewers! You guys have really helped me push this on. I hope to continue to please ya'll with this upcoming multi-chapter. Happy reading! ^_^ Pyro out.
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"I WAITED FOR YOU!" A glowing fist brushed past flesh, barely skimming over black material as the body it held twisted away from her. Shego's voice was raw yet impassive. The only reason she was so forcefully shouting was because of the deplorable ruckus that roared around them. The warehouse was filled with old machines, creaking with age. The warehouse had once been owned by a very successful manufacturing company. That was until the Silver era, then suddenly the factories were obsolete, the industry crushed by higher technological corporations. Kim yelled something back but it was drowned out by equipment exploding as Drakken fought feebly against Kim's clown of a sidekick. Shego was thoroughly frustrated. They weren't supposed to be talking about this, anyway. This was not the time. But she was tired. So tired of pushing things down. She just wanted to be done with wondering and guessing and hating and hurting. She ducked a booted foot swiftly aimed at her head and dove for Kim's midsection. It was unexpected and uncharacteristic. She was not ever a brawler. But It was enough to catch the young bounty hunter off guard as they both went down, hard, in a burst of cardboard boxes.
After a brief struggle, Shego was able to press her knee into Kim's stomach, not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her trapped. She gripped slick wrists in her hands, a grip like iron. "Just fucking listen to me would ya!" Kim's light eyes jumped around Shego's face, confusion written there in the furrows above her brows. "..What?" She lay there on her back, huffing from their previous exertion. In different circumstances, this would not have been so unusual, for her to be held captive underneath the green woman, their eyes burning holes in each other. The thought brought heat to her coiled abdomen, her body remembering clearly what those hands holding her down could do. What those lips, hovering over her, were capable of. Shego felt the air change between them, nearly crackling with energy. She felt Kim's body shiver under her and it took her to another place. Her own body reacted of its own accord, already hurried breaths becoming shallow, searching eyes soaking in the sight of a vulnerable Kim. "Shego! I have the device, let's go!" Drakken's shrieking voice snapped them both to the source. The distraction allowed Kim to wiggle free of her not entirely unwanted prison. Shego, for a split second, was hesitant to leave. With a snap decision, she grabbed the red-head who, once again, was caught off guard and kissed her fiercely. A growl pushed past her lips as she broke the kiss, her hand buried in crimson locks. "We WILL talk about this." She hissed with a tug of the hair still in her hand. With that Shego jumped off the metal bridge they had been battling on, the warehouse burning in her wake. Kim watched, paralyzed in a daze, as she watched the trim figure jump and flip her way across the broken down machinery, disappearing out of the opening that had been blown previously.