She thought it innocent. Truly she did. After all, he was her best friend. She didn't tell Shego because…well, it was Shego! She'd have totally freaked and gotten jealous. Not that there was anything to be jealous of. She was meeting a friend. Her best friend.
He picked her up looking…great. His hair was neat, even had his cowlick smoothed out. His nice clothes matched even his shoes. He looked…great. Nice. Not Shego, but then, who could look like her?
He complimented her like a gentleman and led her out her apartment, his arm around her shoulders. Friendly. He was being friendly. They were best friends.
He drove them to a nice restaurant, not terribly expensive…but classy. The sort you would bring on your first date; just enough to impress but not too much to be accused of showing off. But this wasn't a date.
They sat across from each other with a candle their only source of light. It was dark. A romantic atmosphere. Kim thought it'd be nice if Shego were there too.
They leaned in towards each other. Close. Over the candle. Only because…only because it was loud. Really loud. They could hardly hear each other. Plus she was distracted, slightly. The flickering light danced on his hair, making it brighter than it should be. She could smell him, he was that close. He wore nice cologne. She gazed into his eyes. Big and brown. Not at all like Shego. But still…warm. She felt warm just looking at him.
They shared a few jokes over their dinner. Lobster. She used to be so disgusted by the food. But he had gotten her hooked on it. He had taught her how to cook it. His hands on hers, dropping it into the boiling water, her back pressed up against his chest. Every breath he had taken she had felt. Every heartbeat.
Her hands rested on either side of the table. He lay his own hands on hers. Gently, as if afraid of offending her. He suddenly grinned at her. As if he knew something she didn't. The light flickered even more.
"Ron." She whispered. Then stopped. She didn't know what she wanted to say.
"Let's get the check." He said.
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He drove into the neighborhood but parked ten blocks from her apartment.
"Walk you home?" he asked, another grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. She smiled back.
"Fun. Let's go."
She loved Shego with all her heart.
They walked side by side. He lifted his arm and drew her close to him. She thought of physics. How electrons were jumping between them and that's why she was feeling the heat. That's why as she walked pressed next to him his chin on her head she felt heat. Why when he put his hand underneath her chin and lifted she felt heat, the heat travel down her chest, stomach, and around her thighs. Physics.
Had they stopped walking? He was close to her. Closer. The cologne. His eyes.
"Ron." She whispered.
"Kimberly Ann." He said her voice as if it was a prayer. A vow.
The cologne. His eyes.
She loved Shego with every fiber of her being.
How is it possible to count every eyelash of a person? You'd have to be really really close. And then her eyes were closed. His lips on hers. All she could smell was him. All she could feel was him.
She loved Shego, she loved Shego, she loved Shego, she loved…
His arms entangled her waist. She found she fit into him nicely. He broke the kiss with a breath.
"I should take you home now. It's getting late."
They stood for a moment holding each other. Their breaths mingling. An overhead streetlight petered out.
"All right." She said.
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She locked the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror above her cabinet. Flushed, messy hair.
She sighed. She did love her. Truly she did. But, she loved him too.