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A Fan fiction by Six-string Samurai.
Loudness Between Shadow & Light
"They're not…uh, touching the ground."
Chapter 2 - You & the Image of Me
"You still haven't figured it out yet, have you Pumpkin," the words that slid across Kim's neck were the soft statement of mild surprise. "Little things like this don't matter here. But, if you're not fast enough on the uptake to even get that far, I'm kinda worried about our future."
"W-what are you talking about, Shego…just spit it out already. It's late, I'm cold and tired, and I've had it up to here with whatever game you're playing," the teen's voice rose in pitch and volume as her frayed nerves began to wear ever thinner.
Kim was rewarded with hot laughter against her skin, and she suddenly found herself pulled backward tight up against a warm wall of flesh. Unnatural heat surged up from the cosmic furnace that lay within her rival's core. The thief's grip on her arms changed, sliding across Kim's skin, one coming to rest cupping her chin and the other slipping down, gloved fingers splaying over her abdomen. The breath hitched in the teen hero's throat. What the hell was Shego up to now? Her mind struggled to come to grips with the increasing weird factor of the whole sitch. She'd been about to say something, more, but now her throat had gone dry, and it was a chore just to get breath past.
"Poor, poor Kimmie. Do I have to spell everything out for you? Just take a look around. You're not in Kansas anymore." Shego's hands played across Kim's skin, and slowly the one caressing her jaw line began to tilt her head until Kim's gaze was resting on a large sign at the end of the street.
It was a familiar sign, and Kim wondered if she'd actually been chased all the way to the city limits. She felt like she'd been running in circles all night, and the sign was a bit of a shock. Kim must've said something to that effect, because the breath against her ear told her she wasn't seeing the right thing. She wasn't looking close enough. So she did, and found a sharp gasp falling through her lips.
The sign was old, there was no mistaking that it was the one that had been there longer than she could remember, but the words that glared back at her, illuminated by little lights at the base of the sign, were not the "Now Leaving Middleton," that should be there. Instead, it was a sign thanking visitors for visiting Shegoton.
"Shego, what did you do," Kim was surprised at the anger in her voice.
"I didn't do anything Princess. This is all your ballpark, I just happen to know the rules better than you."
Kim tried again to turn and face her rival, but it seemed that Shego wasn't having any of that, and clamped her hands down. The redhead winced at the corded strength hidden beneath the skintight catsuit. "Just tell me already!"
Shego tsked, "No dice, Kimmie. That's something you've just got to figure out for yourself. I don't play tour guide."
"Tell me," Kim winced out the words as fingers brushed a little too low for comfort.
"Hmm," the pale woman paused. "Like I said Pumpkin, it's not my thing. I'm just here to get your answer."
"I can't just quit Shego! You caught me on a bad night, and I'm feeling crappy, but that doesn't just change my morals. I'm not going to tell you I lose and you win, just because of that."
The taller woman was silent for a moment, and her hands stopped their playful roaming.
"Shego?"
"The way I see it, you have two choices Kimmie. We can do this the hard way, or the way I prefer, and we both get something out of it."
The redhead didn't like something about the tone in Shego's voice, and renewed her futile struggle, even going so far as to swing her head back in an attempt to crush the taller woman's nose and break that iron grip. However she misjudged the height difference due to the other woman not being quite in contact with the ground and found the back of her head bouncing off an ample bosom instead.
"Is that your answer Pumpkin? Because I'm getting what I want either way."
"Damn it, I told you I can't just give up! You know that!"
Past the curtain of red, Shego's black lips tightened into a small frown. Her Kimmie just had to be stubborn and difficult on this. The frown vanished as if it had been an illusion, and Shego's teeth gleamed white under the lamplight. She'd been telling Kim the truth, as far as she saw it. Shego was going to get her answer from the redhead's lips, even if she had to drag it out kicking and screaming.
The thief looked around at the quiet houses and empty street. It wouldn't do to take care of business here. It was too, tasteless. No, she had somewhere better in mind.
Around the two girls, the air shimmered and wavered, and the ground beneath their feet opened up, swallowing them whole.
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Kim found herself involuntarily sucking in a great breath of air as her world went topsy-turvy for a handful of seconds, and by the time she regained her bearings, they were somewhere else. The street had vanished, and there was only a heavy oppressive darkness. But, slowly her eyes began to adjust, and faint details of the new surroundings became vaguely apparent. That didn't mean it was familiar though. "Where," Kim felt a gloved finger press against her lips, nipping her question in the bud.
"Shh, we're about to get down to business. You'll be needing every last bit of breath for this." Shego lifted her finger once she was sure that she had Kim's full attention. "This is your last chance Kimmie. All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear of your own free will."
Kim didn't answer, but she glared out into the gloom.
Shego sighed, as if she were somehow disappointed in the hero's choice. "Just remember, say the words, and this will all end," the thief bent down, nipping the edge of the redhead's ear with warm lips and gleaming teeth. "I'm doing this for you Princess. You'll thank me later."
With the pleasantries out of the way, Shego began to work in earnest. She smiled, knowing just where to start.