What am I doing? What the hell am I doing?
Kim's mind was no longer the sharp weapon it usually was. It was a flurry. A fog. A mess. The moment she felt Shego's full lips touch her, all the questioning was gone, along with her reasoning. She was trying so hard to get a hold of herself, to realize...
She is not on your side.
But damn it, her lips felt amazing. It couldn't be happening again. How could she have knuckled under like this again?
Kim felt Shego grin, without breaking the kiss, and then she felt the warm wetness of her tongue.
Shego knew that the redhead was practically melting beneath her. Without hesitation, Kim lifted her trembling hands to place them on Shego's hips and pulled at her to draw her closer, but the response she received was completely unexpected: Shego grabbed Kim´s hands and pinned them against the wall in a rough movement. Then she withdrew from the kiss and smirked.
"Ahh," She sighed playfully, "Did I say there would be touching?"
All the toughness was gone. All the defiance vanished completely. "
N-no," Kim whispered, her cheeks deeply flushed.
"I can tell you want me to touch you. So, are you going to ask?"
"Please, Shego," Kim whimpered. She was not used to this. Shego leaned forward slowly, until her lips rested on Kim's neck.
"Tell me you want me."
God.
Shego's hot breath travelled all the way to Kim's collarbone, making her spine tingle from the base of her neck to her lower back.
"I want you to touch me." It was a whisper, a quiver.
Shego did not move.
"Please," Kim whimpered, this time louder, desperately. "Please, Shego. Please?"
Once again, Shego withdrew, and for a second, Kim was afraid she would leave her like this. Then she saw Shego carefully removing her green gloves. Kim stared at the slender fingers, and imagined them pulling at her...Kim couldn't breathe normally. Her chest was practically heaving at the sight of Shego in front of her. She had always been stunning, and now...
Kim couldn't help it, she started kissing Shego again, her tongue exploring that perfect mouth. Shego did not withdraw, she pulled the girl until their bodies were pressed tightly, and almost immediately Kim started to rock her hips against Shego.
"Did you really want me that bad?" Shego managed to say, and Kim could only respond with a light moan. It wasn't enough to hear just that, so Shego trailed her hands along Kim's back, and soon she was trailing the skin under her shirt. The response was better than she expected, a sharp, loud moan escaped Kim, who hid her face in Shego's hair when she felt those slender fingers start to unbutton her pants.
"Breathe, Princess," Shego reminded her in a husky voice.
Kim realized how much she was shaking, how intense it felt. How unbelievable.
"I know, Shego," She choked out, trying to regain her composure, but when she felt Shego's hand she nearly screamed. The long, slender fingers, curling inwardly.
She is not on your side, Kim.
Kim pulled Shego closer, deeper.
None of it matters.