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Shego followed her to her guest room, and when they entered, she close the door; the green woman turned to face Kimmie, who was still unsure and looked at Shego with a questioning look.
The green thief smiled graciously and drew near, embracing the tenager, like she had done the last time she had acquired her own room in the Possible house; but this time the hug was longer and more tender.

"Thank you so much, Sweetie. You are the best!"

Kim smiled, a little less awkwardly than the last time, and passed again her hands over the older woman's back. Even if this "Sweetie" thing was becoming more weird by the moment; it looked like Shego's behaviour was a copy of Miss Go's one after all.

"Heh... don't even mention it."

Kim freed herself from Shego's embrace and put herself on the bed, feeling it lowering under her own weight; she passed a hand between her hairs and started looking at Shego, a strange glimpse in her eyes.
The green woman noticed it and let herself fall next to Kim, the tissue of the bed moaning under the added pressure. She put her own hands on her lap and waited for Kim to talk to her, putting on a reassuring and caring smile.

"What is bothering you, Kimmie?"

Kim sighed a little, then let her eyes falling down, for then raising them again, the same bewildered look in them.

"Well, actually, it's you."

For the first time, Kim saw this Shego frown. But the slight movement of her head, the dumbfounded light in her eyes, the sudden stiffing in her posture told to Kim that either she lost her skill at lying altogether, or she was real about having resigned and quitted from Drakken.

"It's me? I'm sorry. Did I make any mistakes, Sweetie?"

She took her hands into her own. Kim didn't retracted them that very instant from the green woman's grip, but she felt her plams start sweating slightly. There was something about Shego's touch that wasn't... exactly right.

"No, no, you didn't Shego... it's just... it's strange."

Said Kim, trying slowly to slip her hands from those of Shego. At the sglihtlest pression, the green woman's fingers parted an let the palms of the teenager slip throught.
How strange, thought Kim. After all the times they had fought, who knew that her grip could be so tender and caring.

"I mean, you were always so... so Shego. And there you are, in one of my house's room, trying to have a conversation with me and... well holding my hands."

Shego smiled.

"I can understand, Sweetie. But just because I was mean in the old times it doesn't mean I cannot be also sweet. It was just a silly thing working for Drakken!"

Kim frowned at those words, closed her fists and looked sideways.

"Do you mean that our... encounters were silly too?"

And that frm owhere it was coming from? Was she really enjoying being tossed into a giant mixer, being crushed under walls or let hanging mid-air without a rocket pack? Was she really? Or worse, was really everything just a job for Shego?
Shego put her hands again of those of Kim, cupping them. This time Kim didn't try to retract them.

"No, I don't think that. I think you were the most valuable opponent I ever faced, the only thing able to shake me off my boredom. The only one I was actually able to play my B-Game against."

Kim frowned. What the hell was the woman saying? She had tossed her over times and times again, let her unconscious and defeated almost every time... well almost. When Shego really wanted to escape – the pain she felt at her jaw when the older woman had kicked her that time at the Bermuda Triangle came up again. From time to time she actually thought if the woman was just playing with her... she shook her head slightly.
No way!

"What are you saying? I sent you in prison more times than I can actually remember!"

A playful light showed itself in her enemy's eyes. Her arch enemy, her nemesis, the one... the one whose palms she was holding at the present moment. Kim's hands started sweating again.

"Yes, you did. You are so good, Kimmie. But I always escaped, didn't I? It's not that you cought me for more time necessary than to allow me to catch my breath and enjoy a good night of State-payed rest."

Kim withdrew her hands and pointed her finger to Shego's chest, paying attention to not actually touch the fabric of her jacket.

"I beat you every time we met. Every time you tried to knock me down, every time you tossed a piece of concrete to me or onw of your plasma ball to you! Now don't try to sell me this crap about your B-Game!"

Shego chuckled.

"Hey, if you really want to know, I actually begun with my D-Game, the kind I use for restraining kids when I'm robbing their candies. Every letter is an order of magnitude better to me. You have improved over time, Kimmie, improved a lot."

Instead of reassuring the cheerleader's bruised ego, that statement ushed her on her feets, a scowl on her face.

"You are lucky I'm trying to believe this thing that you quit. But try to sneak attack me or one of my family or firends, and oh so help me I'll show you A-Game, Shego!" She was this pissed out that she didn't quit before putting out another phrase, "And remember that now I can use my power suit, so...", one phrase that reawakened, again, painful memories.

Her rage evaporated, her finger slowly falling, her arms reallining with her sides. She lowered her gaze, too, and sat down again on the bed.

"I won't do anything like that; you have my word, Sweetie. And I never broke it, didn' I? And, when I talked about my B-Game, it was actually a compliment." She paused an instant. "And about that powered suit, I guess was necessary at the moment, so I'm not going to complain about it."

Kim raised her gaze, meeting the other woman's emerald one.
There had been nightmares, after that night. Endless repetition of a phrase, of a kick, of a scream, of a rumbling noise that seemed the sound of apocalypse.
She had actually wanted... she had actually tried...

"Shego... "

She started, but the thief put one of her fingers on the teenage mouth, shutting down her words. Hey eyes crossed, tring to focus on the same on the green tip.

"Don't, Sweetie. We will talk about it, but not tonight. You are not in the mood."

She let her finger resto on her lips just a little longer, then withdrew it.
"And, your teacher needs a – yawn- "she concluded with a muffled tone "goo' ool' 'ight oo' sleeeep."

Shego closed her mouth and smiled again; Kim felt her chest pounding in that smile. Months of anxiety, of nightmares, of doubts, were caressed by that caring, forgiveful smile.
She scoot over on the bed and hugged Shego; just for a little moment, just for the enough time to feel her jacket frushing against her own top, the warmth of her body, the softness of her ches-
She withdrew herself, a little flushed with emotions. From where that did come from?
She smiled awkwardly and moved out of the room; she stopped by the door and waved her hand at the calm form of Shego, laying on her bed.

"See you tomorrow... uhm... sleep tight."

"Sleep tight, Sweetie."

Then, she closed the door, took a step toward the wall and remained for a couple of seconds lingering on it, frowning deeply.
What a day.
She looked at her wrist onther time. Please, please Wade, tell me if this is real or not.
After a couple of seconds more, she headed toward her room and a night of sleep that, she already knew it, would have been all but tight.

Not for a single istant, on her way toward her own door, she stopped touching slightly her lips, where Shegos' finger had brushed just seconds before.

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