Kim had just made her way to her folding screen and started undressing when she heard a surprised grunt from the direction of the window, followed by a terrified squeak from Rufus.
"Calm down, you stupid rat. You're safe now."
The teenager popped her head around around the screen. "His name is Rufus, and the chip's back at Greetinex where it belongs."
"I know," Shego responded in a tone of voice that made it obvious how happy she was about it, "That's why he's safe." Rufus was growling at her now... inasmuch as a rat could growl. The villainess responded by raising her hands in the shape of claws and hissing at him like a cat, but to her surprise, Rufus didn't back down. "Huh. He wasn't this brave yesterday."
"It was a very trying day. He'd already been nabbed in turn by Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan before you showed up."
"So I was fashionably late for the party," Shego shrugged. "Shoulda been later, let you all wear each other out more, first." The green girl looked around at the plastic tubing that currently snaked all around the bedroom. "What's he doing with you, anyway?"
"I'm looking after him while Ron's on holiday." Kim paused as Rufus looked back and forth between the girls, then started miming punches and kicks in Shego's direction. "It's okay, Rufus. Shego won't start any trouble here. We have an agreement. No fighting."
The naked mole rat's confused "Huh?" was clearly discernable to both of them. If he wasn't an ugly hairless pink thing with beady eyes and big teeth, Shego might have found it cute. As it was, all she managed was a raised eyebrow and a grimace.
"She's visited before. We have a truce, here. Just... don't tell Ron, okay? He'd probably freak."
"I don't think he'll be telling the doofus anything," Shego opined.
"You'd be surprised," Kim told her as she ducked back behind the screen. "Be nice."
"Nice," the villainess repeated with a mutter, as if contemplating the meaning of the concept. Glancing back towards the screen to make sure the teen hero wasn't watching, she carefully reached over and... stroked the rat. Apparently he was too surprised to react in any way, but Shego supposed the lack of a negative response was better than nothing.
Her eyes shot back across the room as Kim's cargo pants slapped over the top of the screen. A wicked smile crossed the villainess' face as she began to silently navigate the plastic maze.
Kim had already changed into her sleep shirt when she dropped her plain pink panties to her ankles and gently kicked them aside. As she turned, Shego spoke from a disturbingly close distance.
"So, you are a natural redhead," she crowed from the edge of the screen.
"Shego!" Kim gasped, grabbing her sweatpants to cover her bare crotch.
"Too late princess, I already saw what I needed to see." The green girl gloated with a grin worthy of a cheshire cat. "I guess it hasn't grown out enough for you to start trimming, huh?"
"Trimming?" Kim echoed, her brain momentarily stalled by shock as the blood rushing to her face made every effort to outdo her hair in redness.
"Trimming, shaving, waxing, whatever. At least you're past the peach fuzz stage, right?"
"Uh... Shego, do you mind..."
"Hey, I've already seen it. May as well put them on."
Kim scowled at Shego, who obviously wasn't going to move. She turned her back, realised what kind of view she'd be giving the villainess if she put her sweatpants on like that, and turned sideways instead... much to Shego's continuing amusement.
"Don't suppose you'll flash me those itty bitty nips," Shego added once Kim was done.
"No," the redhead growled, hugging her arms tight around her waist, but Shego noticed how she looked down and away. Was that still just embarrassment, or...
"Give 'em a few more years, cupcake," the green girl said in that tone of voice Kim was coming to recognise as sincerity. "The longer they take to fill out, the longer it'll be before they start throwing your balance off; and that'd be a hell of a stupid reason for me to accidentally break your neck."
"You try to break my neck already," Kim grumbled.
"Well, yeah. Doing it on purpose means I beat you. Doing it because you were off just wouldn't be the same."
The heroine stared at her. Shego was still using that tone... she wasn't being boastful or provocative. It was a statement of fact, nothing more. The realisation restored her mental equilibrium, prompting questions that would have come to mind earlier, otherwise.
"What do you do?"
"Huh?" Shego's confusion seemed genuine.
Kim's fading blush was reinforced. "Trimming, shaving, waxing..."
"Oh. Shave the sides, trim the triangle."
"The sides?"
"You know," Shego said, spreading her stance and stroking her sex with two slightly spread fingers.
"Oh, the labia majora."
"If you say so," Shego shrugged. "A lot of girls have to worry about razor burn if they shave instead of wax, but not with my..." the villainess cut herself off with a frown.
"What?" Kim asked innocently.
Shego grimaced, but decided to tell her. "I heal faster and better than most. Fringe benefit of the green, like the strength, even without the glow."
"That... explains a lot, actually."
"Yeah, and it's been improving with my general fitness. So I guess you can thank yourself for that, too," Shego added with a smirk, "Since you're the one forcing me into better shape."
"That was a ferocious kick you gave me on the Eiffel Tower," Kim admitted. "I was almost proud of you for a moment, there."
Shego groaned. "Trust you to take a veiled insult and turn it into a compliment."
Now it was Kim's turn to smirk. "Then now's probably a good time to point out that if you three had teamed up against me, you would have all gotten some money, instead of going free for all and ending up with none."
"We would have stabbed each other in the back afterwards, in that case." Shego paused to consider it. "Actually, that might have worked out best for me. But those monkey ninjas are a damn nuisance."
"I'll have to agree with you on that one," Kim said as she finally led Shego back around the screen.
"How are you supposed to sleep?" Shego asked. Rufus' plastic tubes ran across Kim's bed several times over.
"Help me dismantle this?" Kim suggested.
The villainess made a point of sitting on the bed's one free corner. "Meh, I'll watch," she decided. Kim stuck her tongue out at her, and to the teenager's surprise, Shego returned the gesture.
Actually, that wasn't so much a surprise as something Kim had never really thought about before. Shego's tongue wasn't green. She was pretty sure Drakken was blue inside and out, but Shego apparently wasn't. That led to imagining the colour of other orifices, and...
"What are you blushing about now, princess?" Shego's voice interrupted her line of thought.
Kim stammered as she tried to properly word a response. "Are you... how about you... um. Would you... show me yours?" She stared at Shego's crotch until the older girl got the point.
"I was sneaking a peak, not playing doctor, Kimmie."
"Oh, come on," Kim whined, "Fair's fair. Tit for tat."
"Nope."
"You're evil..."
"What I want to know is why you want to take a look," Shego asked in a lascivious tone that did nothing to help alleviate Kim's blush.
"Well... I was just thinking... your tongue isn't green, so the green's only skin deep, and I... um..."
"You were wondering where the green ends and the pink begins," Shego finished, enjoying Kim's shocked look for a moment before continuing, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
"Fine," Kim huffed, "I'll just pull your pants down the next time I knock you out."
Shego sighed. "Tell you what, cupcake. Tit for tat? I saw your tat, so you can see my tits. An insecure little girl like you would probably appreciate the comparison anyway."
"Um... okay?" the teenager nervously agreed.
Shego unzipped her catsuit on the spot, despite the row of large windows facing the street. Kim drew breath to suggest they go back behind the screen, but it was too late. The villainess had freed her chest from the material, and she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
The deer in headlights analogy ran through both their minds as Kim stared at Shego's superior breasts. No, not superior, Kim chided herself mentally, Just bigger. Fuller. More squeezable. A proper handful... she sighed.
"You like 'em that much?" Shego asked. Her tone was closer to surprise than mockery.
"I just hope mine end up like yours, someday," the redhead admitted wistfully.
"Green?"
"Oh, get over yourself, Shego," Kim told her with a smirk, looking back up to her eyes. "I'm sure the guys would enjoy your breasts no matter what colour you were."
"Some girls, too. Wanna give 'em a squeeze?" The villainess used her own hands to demonstrate.
"I'm a minor!" Kim admonished.
"Like I give a damn," Shego muttered as she covered up again, then felt the need to elucidate. "Age is relative, Kimmie. You're ready when you're ready, no legal age limit is gonna change that."
Kim was willing to consent to that judgement. "So I guess I have to flash my tits to see your tat?" she asked.
Shego grinned at the goody two-shoes' use of the word 'tits'. "No, I have to sneak a peek. Don't worry, you'll know when it happens." In fact she was already considering showing the teenager her pussy without the cupcake show, just to drive the girl nuts wondering when she had managed to see them.
"I'm going to sleep now," Kim declared bashfully, pulling at the bedcovers.
"Good night," Shego replied as she rose to her feet and made her way back to the window. "Sleep tight."
"Thanks."
"And wet," she added as she stepped out the window.
"Shego..."
"And sticky."
"Shoo, Shego."
With a final grin, the villainess hopped out of sight, leaving Kim to ponder the subtext of their conversation as she arranged herself in bed. Reaching for the lightswitch, she saw Rufus staring at her.
"Don't judge me," she muttered before turning out the light.
