The Next Ten Minutes

Chapter 2 : A Small Favour


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"Mine," Shego heard herself murmur as she shuddered internally at the cold hands on her abdomen. The temperature difference between Kim's hand and her skin was exacerbated by the heat she felt between her thighs.

"You tell me, Princess. Are you my Mrs. Goshen?" Kissing her way lightly from Kim's ear to hover over the redhead's lips. "Are you?" Mine. She was emboldened by Kim spreading her legs apart slightly as if to encourage contact between their thighs. Come on, Shego. Just a peck. At least one smooch on the lips before all this gets blown up to hell.

Kim felt each of Shego's kisses as if they seared hot, her cheeks blushing at the pale woman's questions. She refused to answer, knowing that whatever she said would only leave her more vulnerable to teasing by the insufferable ex-supervillain. Instead, Kim's wandering hands halted and found themselves holding onto the older woman's waist.

Kim used her grip to guide Shego onto her lap, the knot in her stomach tightened at the comfortable weight of Shego against her. Let's try this again. Sober. Kim closed the gap between their lips, though the gap being less than an inch but ended with the former rivals kissing. She moves her lips but it's a bit of a tease and dance between the two of them.

Shego's moan was caught in her throat, surprised by the kiss initiated by the Princess. She responded almost immediately to the redhead's lips, nibbling on Kim's lower lip with equal fervour as she used her body to lean against the younger woman. Shego moved her arms behind Kim's head, resting on her shoulder while they continued kissing. I'm making out with Kim Possible. How did I get here?


– One month ago at Boston, Massachusetts –

"Hi, why are you here?" Shego held a paper bag filled with groceries on one arm and her backpack slung on one shoulder while she unlocked the door into her duplex. Her seemingly good day suddenly soured by the appearance of the Director of Global Justice loitering in her hallway. She walked through the doorway and left the door open, the unspoken invitation for the other woman to follow her.

"I was in the hallway because I didn't think you'd appreciate me letting myself into your home. You were on your way up with the elevator after all," Dr Betty Director smirked as she gave the design and furnishings a cursory glance. No green. Hmm.

"How thoughtful of you, Betty. Would you like a cup of coffee?" Shego placed her backpack on the breakfast bar and started unpacking her groceries. So she was following me. Not that I was hiding from her or GJ anyway.

"No, thank you Shego. This visit will be a short one," Betty upheld her training but could not deny that she was tempted to twitch at the sight of the former supervillain doing a mundane activity. Her plasma can be manipulated to cut through metal but now she's organising her refrigerator.

Shego's back was turned away from Dr. Director when she licked her lips at the thought of having chicken pot pie for dinner after Betty left, happy that it would be a short visit. Thank God for small favours. The nonchalance in Shego's body language annoyed the Dr Director but with her back turned, Betty could study the younger woman's appearance more thoroughly.

Shego had her raven hair tied with some of her hair escaping from the messy bun to frame her face and angled jaw. Her pale complexion was contrasted by the maroon sweatshirt with black skinny jeans she was wearing. No green except the hair tie she is using. The casual appearance was a marked difference to her supervillain uniform, in form and style. Does she actually think no one would recognise her with those glasses?

Dr Betty Director was caught off guard when Shego turned around and moved around the counter to stand in front of her. Betty caught a small worry in the back of her mind that Shego was about to attack but appeared unfazed. "Betty, I did ask earlier regarding the purpose of your presence but you redirected my question. So, let me ask again. Why are you here in my apartment, in Boston?"

"I'm here to give you warning that you will be subpoenaed to give testimony at a grand jury hearing. There's also a uh...request for your cooperation regarding the defendant," Betty huffed since a request meant that Shego could xrefuse. Which will be very bad.

Grand Jury but I'm not the defendant? "Wait, if I'm being called to give testimony, it means the prosecution believes what I have to say will help them towards indictment. That doesn't exactly make sense, Betty. Most people know what I used to do," Shego furrowed her brows, mentally trying to recall who among the villains in her old phone book has been on the news recently. Dr D? No, last week he was just telling me over video call about this new polymer he was developing.

The world is not making much sense these days, especially since Shego obviously understands what grand juries are. "That's prior to your pardon. Your re–"

"Who? Who is the defendant? And what's the charge?" Shego interrupted. This was exciting to her, being involved as a witness rather than a defendant sounded interesting for the law student. When did I become such a huge nerd? Doy I know. It was probably sometime during my Masters and time in Europe.

"I'm asking because I just want to do anything I can to be a helpful member of the public. Honest," Shego clarified, realising her tone was probably betraying her excitement. She didn't want Betty to think that she was going to help the defendant. I'm going to tell the truth.

"Y-you're g-going to be honest..." What Shego said startled Dr Director but she realised that Shego had misinterpreted her request. She thinks I want her to be honest with her testimony. That cannot be further from the truth. Well technically...

Gee-Betty don't look that surprised… " Yes I will be honest. You don't have to worry about it. I've never been a liar and I don't plan on committing perjury. What you're requesting, I'm planning to do anyway," Shego declared confidently, already thinking of how her classmates would be jealous of her when they heard.

Betty quirked her eyebrows and her non-patched eye gleamed with untold humour. She smirked and said, "Oh so you're planning on meeting with Kim Possible anyway?"

"Whu-huh? WHAT? Did I just hear that correctly? I'm - uhm - I'm not planning to meet with K–" Shego stopped herself from finishing that name, a name she hasn't said aloud in five years. Her brows creased. What does she have to with the grand jury anyway? Oh shit. "What is she being charged with? The judge sign off on this? How? Why?"

"The major insurance companies have not been happy with her help over the years and together they finally applied enough pressure on the new Attorney General to empanel a grand jury. They have been gathering evidence for a long time now and the hearing is scheduled to begin next month. The charges include reckless endangerment and criminal damage. The private claims against her have been dealt with by her lawyer successfully but with a grand jury on criminal charges…" Dr Director trailed off, exhaling audibly.

"They would indict a ham sandwich so she's basically screwed," Shego continued, her hand reached out to rub her face exasperatedly. What does this have to do with me though?

"Her lawyer believes that the Prosecution want to use your testimony to show that she had sufficient knowledge while in action that her actions would cause harm and damage," as if she had heard Shego's thoughts, Dr Director answered.

"Okay. I can see the foundations for that reasoning but why would I, her former nemesis from ages ago, be able to give damaging testimony against her? Even if I do, I'm not credible since they will just say that I'm biased against her. They will see me and not believe in what I have to say against their hero.. so what's the harm?"

"Because one, they will ask you what you've done since the pardon and see that you're a model citizen. Two, you forget that a lot of the older folks remember you fondly as part of the Team Go and lastly, we believe that they are going to subpoena witnesses that gave testimony regarding your non-adversarial relationship. The year when you were studying for your Masters at Middleton Uni-" Betty listed summarily only to be interrupted.

Shego didn't want to hear about that year. She hears it enough when she's alone and her thoughts wander to the memory of a certain redhead. "So, I'm more credible than I thought but nothing I know which might later be compelled to say could damage her case. I would remember but it's-" Shego stopped, realising something was off if the director said something about cooperation and she didn't mean cooperating for the Prosecution. Oh she wants me to help the Princess. "What do they have on her?"

"You." and her on a wiretap. " Kim doesn't know it yet but she needs a small favour."


– 2 weeks after Dr. Director's visit –

"Why are we here?!" Shego yells into the ear of her dance partner.

"I'm glad you made it!" Kim wrapped her arm around Shego's waist and pulls their body closer, something Shego didn't realise affected her until she felt herself flush warm against the shorter redhead. "You need to relax while you're on break from school. No place like Vegas!"

Shego gives her a small smile, trying to fight through the urge of placing her hands on Kim's body. It's impossible to talk over this loud music anyway. Needless to say, Shego by her 28 years of age, was not a fan of sweaty boys nearer to pubescent age trying to make moves on Kim.

She was a fan of the way Kim's hips are working against her own though, the tingles down her spine with sway. The heat of the dancing crowd and the strobe lights hide the fact that the taller woman in the dark green dress was turned on. She could blame it on the dancing for only so long but the wetness between her thighs and the wandering hands of a hero made it impossible. Not the best choice to go commando.

Kim Possible has been throwing herself at her all night. This is distinctly different from the shy, just-turned-18, college student that blushed at every suggestive innuendo she remembered. Very different. I am different now. Shego decides to let herself forget reality for just five minutes. After that, I'll be done. I swear.

The music segues into the opening beats of Sexy Dirty Love as Kim sways her hip to the beat in front of her. The redhead reach backwards to grab her wrists. This is a familiar dance. When we use to fight, she would grab my wrists. She shivers at the memories and is dared by the redhead's boldness to let her arms rest on Kim's sides. She doesn't dare to initiate, merely responds to Kim's action. They are cheek to cheek now as Kim leans against Shego's taller frame. She hears Kim singing along to the song, "Intoxicate me gently with your loving, Shego."

Kim's hair tickles her cheeks and Shego reaches out to thread her fingers through the soft red mane, pulling it back and away from the hero's face. She misjudges her own comet-strength and pulls a little harder than she herself expected. As she encounters resistance, she hears a moan in her ear. It's low, throaty moan that originates somewhere within Kim's chest. Fuck! She is definitely closer to drunk than sober.

At least that's where Shego assumes the sound came from, since her eyes dart towards Kim's clavicle and heaving chest. It's from the dancing and the lights. Kim's strapless tube dress pushed her breaks to straight against the fabric, the dancing causing the soft pale skin to shine. Shego lowers her head and uses her lips to trace Kim's neck, inhaling Kim's perfume as her tongue reaches to lick the skin in contact and her own lips. She moves upwards, "Of course, Princess."

Kim enjoyed the hair tugging and Shego isn't surprised. Obviously you don't mind a little pain, Pumpkin. You fought me every time we met. Shego pressed herself closer as they rolled their hips against each other with enough force to trigger a moan of her own. Shego is taunted by a fleeting thought as the moan escapes her mouth.

Maybe this is wrong and inappropriate. Shego has often thought about what Kim would feel like in her arms again. Many nights spent alone, surrounded by paper and textbooks, she wondered about the redhead and now here she was – her body intertwined with Kim's. Shego thinks she should move away - return to reality but Kim surprises her by turning around and adjusting her stance.

Shego gasps as she feels Kim's thigh move between her own, inching closer to her wetness with every beat of the song. Screw being good. The former supervillain moans audibly into Kim's ear dropping her head to rest against Kim's shoulder. Their height difference reduced by the heels Kim was wearing but Shego was still slightly taller at 5'9.

Shego feels her body thrumming with arousal but she doesn't see Kim's expression. The younger woman drapes her arm around Shego's neck and leans closer. She hears Kim whisper after nibbling at her ear lobe, "Shego, baby ."

Shego's knees weakened at baby but Kim's leg stops her from diluting into a puddle of plasma on the floor. Except she feels fire running through her veins as her body weight comes to rest entirely on Kim's thighs. She tightens her hold on Kim's hips, completely overheated from the contact between them. She lifts her head to see Kim smirking knowingly.

"Fuck," the raven-haired bites her lower lip. Reality is calling. She wants my sanity back.

"Would you like to get out of here?" The intense burn in Kim's gaze told her she might not regain her sanity. Ever.


Notes

To those who left reviews, thanks for doing so. It helps with post-publishing edits. I went through Chapter 1 and fixed all the mistakes that gerbilHunter caught.

Spent yesterday thinking about the plot and expected progression. I will be introducing other characters slowly since I want the main focus to be on Kim and Shego. I hope this story gains more attention. Do drop reviews. Thanks.