A/N: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I'm back. Kind of, at least. College is a pain, and it keeps me from my free time, but I think my readers here could help me a bit. See, I've got this twenty page research paper due, and to finish it I need 150 replies to a survey. So, here's what I propose, if my wonderful readers can fill out the survey on Google real quick, and I get 150 replies out of , it should save me enough time to start writing again. If all goes well, and I finish this quick enough, I'll update my stories. That is, Canadian Wedding, The Night is Lonely, Lost in Space, Big Bad Wolf, and even some of my smaller stories like In the Cold. All you've got to do is take five or ten minutes to go to my profile, click on the survey link, fill it out, and submit. That easy, all confidential, no strings attached. You help me out, I dance for your amusement, everyone wins.

Please and thank you. Now, onto the story. ~VLU


"Now, Shego, behold!" The slight deja-vu and shock of seeing her boss dressed like a eighties disco-pimp almost threw Shego through a loop. Well, it might have, but she didn't let it show, instead settling on a raised eyebrow.

"I thought we were taking over the world today, not going out for Halloween." She remarked snidely. It wasn't even Halloween, or at least she didn't think it was, since that was on a Monday and this was most obviously a Friday.

Drakken regarded her with a blank stare, as if chewing over her words after the other day's praise. Finally he spoke; "Halloween? Nonsense! Camille called for a night on the town. Something about how she needed her "sugar daddy" to show her the sights." Drakken explained, complete with air-quotes.

Rolling her eyes, Shego finally remembered, around the dazzling white sequin pants Drakken had opted for, why she was here. It was Friday, and she was taking this Friday off from taking over the world. There were things to meet and people to do, after all.

"Alright, Doc, I'll help out. But just this one time."

"Help?" Repeated Drakken as he positioned a hefty bottle of cologne. "I never said I needed help."

A hand landed on his right before he could press the nozzle down. "Never had to, Doc."

-Big- +BAD+ -Wolf-

When Shego had shoved him out the door an hour later, the change had been immeasurable. Gone were the sequin bell-bottoms, the massive white-fur coat, and deep v-neck shirt. In its place was a more respectable outfit; the finest Armani jeans, a plain button-down, and a dark blazer.

He didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but with Shego's coaxing, the blue goof didn't look half bad. If she played for that team, she might have even called him hot. Of course, that didn't stop her from making sure he would roll around in any filth on his way out. You never could be sure with males.

But that was just a distraction, and she didn't let him and his date distract her from herself and hers. By the time six PM rolled around, she had already idled her Camaro just down the street to give herself a moment to calm her nerves and show up fashionably late. It wouldn't be any use to blow her Princess' mind only to show off how desperate Shego was for her, after all.

With the few moments to wait, she couldn't help but let her mind drift. Almost instantly she was wondering what the other girl was thinking inside that house.

Inside the Possible residence, the girl in question had the slight misfortune of not thinking at all. She had worked herself into a slight daze considering the possibilities; whether or not she had dreamed up the encounter the other day, whether or not to call in the army (ect.), and there was some problem processing the information that was trying vainly to settle inside her. With Ron still on vacation with Yori and Monique doing her own thing, there was no one to give words to her thoughts.

Somehow she ended up in front of her bathroom mirror, fussing over the light blouse she'd picked with her jeans. Randomly picked, that is. As in, with no intention of going on a date in. As in, coincidence.

Another coincidence, as far as she was concerned, was how her mind somehow wandered while she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't getting ready to impress Shego, only to turn her down. One second she was thinking that, another second her face was flushed and the image of Shego looking down on her, eyes husky under the hair that fell between them, was burning in her brain.

Kim had to splash her face with cold water. There was no alternative there. "Just turning her down," she told herself. After another splash of cold water, the image had receded to memory, and she took to drying herself. "Just turning her down." A moment later she was applying a light layer of blush.

Six PM came and went with little fanfare. Kim spent the entire time watching the clock (since this was her rival and she had to be ready in case something happened, no other reason, honest), and was just starting to calm down almost ten minutes later when the doorbell rung downstairs.

She shot bolt-upright in her room, hearing her mother answer the door vaguely across the house. She couldn't quite hear who she was talking to, but as soon as she started to relax again, she heard her name called.

"Kimmie-cub! Your friend is here!" Her mom called, before bowing off into the kitchen for a quick snack.

Leaving her room, much less crossing the house, seemed like a much more daunting task than she ever figured it should be. It took her quite a while to work up the nerve, but eventually she found herself tentatively descending the stairs. What waited for her at the bottom was not, and was, Shego.

He was a looker, that much was sure. The roguish charm of Hirotaka and the smoothness of Josh Mankey, all mixed into a nice, lean package. If it wasn't for the eyes and the dangerous, if casual, stance, she might have figured it to be someone else entirely.

"Princess," Shego purred.

Kim didn't miss her eyes as they appreciated what was before them. Surprisingly, she didn't mind it as much as she should have. What she did mind was something else. "Change."

"Hmm?"

"I know you, Shego." A slight overstatement, but Kim didn't let it play onto her face. "You're not going to trick me into thinking you're a gentleman."

"Of all the things to take offense to. Maybe you do play for the right team, Princess." She retorted. It was uncanny how she could make her voice, normally so cynical and condescending, purr like that. It felt like the noise itself was working its way down from Kim's ears, flushing her face with heat, then tightening its grip on her lungs. Unfortunately for her, the heat didn't stop there.

It took Kim three seconds for her to work her mind around the uncomfortable feelings permeating her body and comprehend Shego's words. Shego could see the gears working in the teen's brain. She could even see the precise moment Kim got the joke when her brow raised and her mouth shot open. "Shego!" She hissed. "This has nothing to do with... that... You're just trying to trick me. I've had my psych classes, you're not getting under my head.

The male before her cocked and eyebrow and stepped forward. Kim automatically tensed back, but froze in place when Shego's next step was accented by the sudden sight of -his- clothes slipping away like dust and -his- skin shimmering into a lighter, thinner, and much curvier version of itself. It took Shego four steps to cover the distance between the two of them, and at the end of that time Kim found herself looking down, swallowing, as the older woman leaned over her with a predatory smile.

Shego had changed alright, and the change was just as bad as her last version had been. She looked like Shego, just more normal. Light, smooth peach skin with sparkling blue eyes and raven dark hair that framed her natural curves perfectly. She also had the lowest-cut blouse Kim had ever seen on the woman, and Kim had seen her in a bikini before.

"Is that so, Princess?" Shego purred, leaning in closer. Her eyes seemed to cloud over, a smoky presence that told Kim she was taking in everything she saw being this close, and imaging everything she would do.

A swallow resounded between them. Someones throat had just gone very dry.

"I'm not going to get inside your head?" The woman purred again. A she-wolf, Kim realized. That's all she was.

She leaned closer again. Soon enough the view Kim had down her rival's top disappeared behind the skin of her face and the dark, silky hair. Less than an inch remained between the two. All of her senses were going wild, she could feel the occasional lock of hair stroke across bare skin, could feel the heat radiating off her, piercing Kim again on a great expedition down her body, could smell the amazing blend of flowers and fruit that made up the woman right now. She could even feel her breath, lightly tickling across her lips, and taste it entering her. Air spreading slowly out, across Shego's lips and into Kim's.

Shego's lips looked soft. Her skin looked soft. Kim had the unconscious urge to see just how soft, but her eyes snapped up from where they had been looking (which just so happened to be the spot Shego's cleavage had occupied seconds ago) and caught that gaze. It ensnared her.

"We'll see..." before now, Kim would have never believed words could have the texture of smoke, "Kim." The last word was just barely a breath, but it sent shivers down Kim's spine.

And just like that, Shego gave her a quick smile and turned. She disappeared out the door with a accentuated swagger, leaving a rather wide-eyed Possible to slump against the wall and slide slowly down it.

Her body had most definitely rebelled against her. That was the only way to explain it. That was the only reason her mind could have been shut down so easily.

-Big- +BAD+ -Wolf-

Shego had to get out of there. Being that close to Kim was definitely wearing on her self control. She was just about to lose it and jump the redhead (not that she figured Kim would have minded right then) when she pulled together a strategic retreat to her car.

The sun was already setting outside. Cool air was settling in across the valley, signifying that soon winter would have fully arrived and snow would soon blanket the landscape. It didn't matter to her though, that wasn't the reason she was shaking as she settled down into the driver's seat.

Never. Never had she been that close to the object of her affections without adrenaline and endorphins pushing away the building feelings. She hadn't thought this out well enough, apparently. She couldn't control herself. She was sure Kim had realized that, with just how she was acting.

After a few minutes to calm herself, which mostly consisted of sitting in her car biting her hand to rein in her hormones, the door handle clicked and the cabin filled with light for a brief few seconds. Kim slid in the seat beside her quietly and more than a little awkwardly. Shego could see her through the reflection in the windshield. She'd donned a jacket to combat the chill and refused to so much as turn her head anywhere near the left, where Shego sat.

"Before-" Kim started, though she had to check her voice to keep it from cracking and start again, this time quieter, "-before you go ahead and make any assumptions, I haven't agreed to anything."

From the second Kim had got into the car Shego had been watching her. Her battle with herself and whatever inner-monologue she'd been taking part in was long-since forgotten. All that mattered right now was how stunning the girl in her car, going on a date with her, really was.

"You're the one who got in the car, Princess," Shego replied with a smile.

"I'm just here to keep an eye on you, and... because..."

Shego raised and eyebrow as Kim let her sentence drift off. In the meantime, she fired up the Camaro and put it in gear. "Because?"

"Because... Maybe you were right. Maybe you do deserve a chance."

If Kim had looked to the side, she could have seen a smile spread across Shego's face. Not the predatory smile of before, but a wide, happy smile that Shego reserved for whenever Kim came into sight.

As it was, she stared awkwardly out the window as her house drew back out of sight. "So, where are we going?"


A/N: Like it? Want more? Spend just a few minutes of your day helping out with my survey and I'll give you more. If you get your friends to help and the survey responses jump any, I'll even let people request stories for me to update, chapters for me to write, or something they want to see. ~VLU