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"You found me."
"You didn't exactly make it difficult."
"Well If I –"
A loud ping, like a knife piercing a balloon interrupted the one hidden in shadow. With a flash of green, the offending sound was located, the object of its source crushed.
"Shego!" Kim grumbled in mild shock. She hadn't come all this way to have her devices assaulted. Though why she had come this way was still partially shrouded in her mind. Something she didn't want to think about, to focus on. The moment she did, her consciousness would revolt, bombarding her with every single valid reason why all of this was wrong. So wrong.
Still it was right.
She took in her own the agitated hand that had so suddenly obliterated her communicator. Veridian skin, silken to the touch, made her body shiver in ways she had not ever thought possible. The air had changed between them the moment she had climbed through the window, into the dark room. Now they stood only inches apart, her hand having moved up the muscled shoulder and into flowing black hair. The breaths between them were forced and rushed, as they usually were during their secret time together. Kim could not actually pinpoint exactly when this….whatever it was…had started, but she knew, at least her heart knew, that she did not want it to end. This wasn't the plan. It wasn't supposed to be happening, but listening to the shallow sighs of her supposed bounty was something she could not ignore.
"I hate…." Shego murmured softly, her lips brushing briefly against her captor, an audible gulp causing her pause. "…Being interrupted." This was the best part. When Shego would close the distance, melding tightly to Kim's body. When usual shouts of anger were replaced with liquid sighs and sultry promises. When fists were clenched in raw pleasure instead of violent hatred. Kim would feel so lost. Every time. She would lose herself in emerald eyes and the burn that would start a slow simmer in her soul. She felt it building each moment she spent in bed with her prey instead of capturing it. She would never let it get too far however, before the clothes would start flying, she was backing away, head shaking in bewilderment. Shego would never protest, never complain. She would simply sit on the edge of the bed, her eyes darkly hooded, her legs crossed and her hands leaning behind her. Her face was always expressionless, like the porcelain dolls Nana Possible would collect. Shego's face was painted in an elegant display of apathy. Kim never knew what to make of it, but she never gave herself time to before she was up and out of there, her back tingling with a gaze that scraped it raw.
It was nothing. Would remain nothing. Would always be nothing. But to say such things would mean that this nothingness would continue. And why hadn't she stopped it in the first place? Something she didn't want to think about. Because then she'd know what her heart already knew, and her mind just wasn't ready yet. Would it ever be? She'd be back on the chase, running after some new job before she let herself consider it. Eventually, though, it would catch up to her. The one thing Shego could never do well, was lie. Her silence spoke secrets; her eyes screamed clearly, audibly the things she dared not verbalize.