Part 2

"Sorry but, what the hell were you thinking?"

The couple had bolted from Drakken's lair and contacted Wayde who arranged for Drakken and Shego's arrest as well as the return of the device to Area 51. They were now at Bueno Nacho in Middleton, just like old times, looking back at the events of the past few hours.

Kim twirled her salad around her fork. "I don't know Ron," she replied honestly.

"But you kissed Shego!" He blurted at her.

"Shh!" She violently brought a finger to her lips and caught an odd look from the janitor who was mopping the isle.

"Okay, sorry," Ron whispered, "but why?"

Kim sighed, "I needed a way out and it was the only thing I could think of. It's not like it meant anything. You're not mad at me are you?" She was slightly worried now.

"Err," he thought for a little while, this made Kim especially worried. "No, KP. Not at all," he assured her. "It's just that it was Shego, I mean, isn't that a little awkward?"

Kim thought for a little bit. Come to think of it, it was hardly awkward at all. She supposed that in the moment she didn't really think of how it would affect her emotionally however, if anything, she actually rather enjoyed it.

"Yeah," she replied in a disgusted tone which she hoped convinced Ron, "ew."

Ron laughed which Kim accepted as a sign that he believed her and, to her relief, changed the subject. As she sat, quietly eating her salad, she pondered on her actions of a few hours ago. Why did she do what she did? Was it just a tactic? Did she find Shego hot? Or worse, did she like Shego? The latter two were utterly ridiculous. It was evidently a most effective battle tactic, the greatest distraction – arousal. But why was she thinking about it like this? Why drove her to do it in the first place?

"Grande Size me!" Ron bellowed with delight as he collected his meal. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck in preparation, like he was about to wrestle someone rather than enjoy a meal.

"Ron, it's just a Naco." Kim laughed.

Ron's eyes widened in horror and he gasped dramatically.

"Just a Naco?" He spat in disgust. "Just a Naco, KP? Do you realise how long it has been since I had the greatest invention in Mexican/Americano cuisine which, I might remind you, I created and is now sold across the country?"

Kim giggled. Not that she found Nacos particularly inviting, it was the way Ron spoke about food as though it were God that amused her. It really was like old times; the two of them home in Middleton and at Bueno Nacho of all places.

Ron closed his eyes and took in a great mass of air. Slowly, he rose his hands to his mouth, in which was a mountain of cheese and spice, and bit into it. Kim watched him chew slowly, his eyes closed, like an invocation; it was as though he had taken the breath of life. Then, in barely more than a whisper, Ron spoke; "God bless America."

Kim couldn't take it anymore. She let out a great snort which sent soda flying out of her nose and onto Ron's plate. She bellowed with laughter, her voice echoing off the ceiling and the walls as she collapsed in her seat. Ron glared at her as she recovered, tears of joy flooding her eyes. She grinned at him just as his look of disapproval became one of amusement. The two laughed together, Ron had to put the Naco down for fear that he would spill it with his shaking hands and Kim didn't dare drink her soda until she was certain she had recovered.

The two continued to smile as they finished their meal. Kim placed her hand on Ron's, "best date ever" she smiled. She knew her younger, teen self would have been disgusted at the thought of going to Bueno Nacho as a date, but after so many years of knowing Ron, it seemed only fitting as it had become a symbol of their relationship.

Kim pulled into the car port of her apartment. She killed the motor and sat back in her seat, fixing her gaze on Ron. Ron smiled down at her. His fingertips brushed her face gently as he pushed her soft red hair off her pale face, she smiled meekly back at him. He brought his hand behind her head and brought her face to his, their lips met. Kim brought her own hands over Ron's shoulders as she opened her mouth, allowing their tongues to lock in embrace. Kim loved Ron's kisses. Not only were they soft and magical but the way he held her in his arms, his large, gentle hands against her skin. He filled every inch of her body with warmth.

The couple moved quickly upstairs into Kim's apartment where they conducted their love affair once again.

They lay together, the moist bed sheets clinging to their perspiring skin. Her body was so warm despite it being February. Ron had a way of always making her feel warm. "You've lost weight." Kim smiled. She admired his naked body with its now slimed figure and defined muscles. She traced his newly visible abdominals with a slender finger. "They mustn't feed you at Ninja school, unless you still can't claim sushi from the lunch lady."

Ron laughed. "They feed us well actually. They work us harder though, not that I'm very obedient." He smiled at her. "That Naco will probably undo it all."

Kim giggled "I doubt it."

She moved in closer, resting her back against him as she pulled his arm around her. "That was wonderful," she sighed happily.

"Oh, you're very good," he replied; she laughed again. Gripping his hand, she placed his palm over her bare breast and stroked his fingers gently. "I love you," she whispered.

Ron brought his face over her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "I love you too, KP."

Kim smiled at his words. She closed her eyes as subtle tears of joy formed beneath her eyelids, for she knew; she was absolutely certain. She loved Ron more than anyone in the world, he meant everything to her; and a tactical kiss with Shego or with any other enemy she might face was never going to change that.

The couple slept peacefully together.

Two weeks had passed after Kim and Ron had defeated Drakken again and, most unusually, hadn't seen Kim a single emergency call and she happily tended to her studies, going to lectures and doing her assignment at home, like a normal college student. Although it was a satisfying and what she felt to be a well deserved "break", it meant she had no way of seeing Ron any time soon. She was unable to contact him as his course at Yamanouchi was currently most intense and only missions allowed them to be together as he could classify them as "field training". Unfortunately, this did allow Kim time to dwell on something else she had specifically promised herself she wouldn't – her kiss with Shego.

She had told herself she loved Ron, that was absolutely certain, but there certainly was something intriguing about Shego that she found most erotic. Put simply, she did have a superior figure, a tempting tone and smartarse attitude, and put simply, to battle, she was an absolute dream. Everything about her was very... No, she didn't dare find Shego sexy. Not only was she with Ron but she had always liked guys. She supposed she had never even considered how she might feel about girls but even so, she was certain she was straight... almost.

While sitting in her bedroom, reading over her lecture notes one evening, she lay back on her bed and pondered on the whole Shego thing. Could she possibly like girls erotically? She couldn't possibly date one, she knew she only liked boys like that, she only loved Ron. There certainly was something about girls that was... appealing. Abruptly, she was met by a vision in her mind of Shego slowly stripping her cat suit... NO!

She sat back up and shook her head to try and scratch the image from her mind. "That is disgusting!" She thought "Shego? That's ridiculous!"

She lay on her stomach and picked up her highlighter, attending to her lecture notes again. She skimmed over a sentence, searching for important points, but unfortunately, studying wasn't enough to push away the powerful image. Shego was back in her mind, unzipping her cat suit down the centre and pulling it off at the shoulders, she wasn't wearing underwear. Kim placed her highlighter down and moved her hand between her legs. Gently, she rubbed her fingers against her pyjamas, she felt so pleasant beneath them.

"STOP!" She yelled aloud and got up off her bed, "no, no, no, no, no, absolutely out of the question! Nuh, uh! That is wrong! I love Ron!"

Unable to concentrate anymore, she put her notes away and climbed into bed. "I love Ron, I love Ron, I love Ron." She repeated to herself. She lay facing her window, trying to clear her mind and sleep. "I love Ron, I love Ron," she repeated.

Her gaze moved out her window and into the night sky; a very clear night, every star in the sky was visible. Suddenly a flash of green dashed across her view. It was so quick she had only just noticed it, she wasn't even sure if she had imagined it. She knew it was downright laughable, but it seemed to her like the glow of Shego's plasma hands.

Her Kimmunicator beeped and she jumped out of bed to retrieve it. "What's the sitch, Wayde?"

"Sorry it's so late Kim, but it seems urgent. Shego's broken out of prison."

"What?" Kim shook her head, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

"It's Shego, she's on the loose. I tried to contact Ron too but Sensei said he had an important test tonight at Yamanouchi."

"No Ron?" Kim's heart sank a little. Two weeks was such a long time for them, she missed him.

"Sorry, Kim, but it gets worse. There has been no sighting of her, I've tried but I can't get a fix on her. I'm not sure if it's another thing with the Señor Seniors, but no one knows where she is."

Kim gazed out her window again, picturing the quick blaze of green again. "I think I might know, Wayde," she replied. "I'm on it."