Disclaimer: I don't own the Kim Possible series or any of the characters associated within. They belong to Disney, and as thus are their creative property. I'm just borrowing them for the purpose of telling a story.
This ficlet is rated M because of what's inside. You've been warned.
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Eyes met from across the table, a slender pink tongue running over a pair of thin lips, her slender fingers drumming on the table.
Neither moved, their bodies tensing, muscles rippling through their bodies. Then she pounced, her pale skin launching over the small kitchen table and knocking the other woman over. Pressing her finger to the other woman's lips she hushed the protests with smile before undoing her cat suit, the snaps releasing in a series of slow pops.
Leaning forward she pressed herself against the woman she was sitting on, her lips locking with the pink lips as she pulled her cat suit open, peeling the fabric from her moist skin, pulling her arms free last, the fabric hanging from her waist as her lips began roaming down the woman's cheek and to her neck. Each little kiss moving lower still until her dark lips found the woman's collar.
"No…don't…" The voice was a whisper in her ear, lost in a moan as her hands found the other woman's chest beneath her shirt, gently rubbing the soft flesh.
It didn't take long for them to end up naked, moist skin rubbing against each other, their bodies grinding together, moans echoing through the kitchen as they took turns on top, and on bottom, not trying to please themselves, but each other.
They lay next to each other, foreheads pressed together, soft smiles on their tired faces.
"Hmm...You still have it..." The woman's fingers traced the pale woman's cheek tenderly.
"Have what?" The pale woman pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck.
"The ability to leave me breathless when it's all over." A soft moan pulsed through her throat at the tender rubbing.
The pale woman smiled, "Mmmm…sounds like someone is getting a little attached Betty."
The other woman flushed at the comment, her eye avoiding her lovers, "Maybe I am a little attatched to a certain firefly." She moved closer the pale woman, pressing their bodies closer together. "Maybe…just maybe I'm addicted to my Shego."
Shego smiled before gently kissing her lover, "And maybe I'm just addicted to my sexy pirate queen."
"Arr…I be here for the booty."
They both smirked, not moving from where they were, letting themselves fall to sleep in each other's arms.
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Yeah, Betty/Shego Shebe? this time. I did it for a friend of mine, Starving Lunatic. She's a great writer, and you should go read her stuff!
Anyways, reviews are encouraged, and sorry for the perverts in the audience, but I don't write lemons, so no graphic sex. Use your imagination instead.