DISCLAIMER: Kim Possible and all associated characters and what not is the property of Disney. This is just for entertainment and fun.

A/N: When I first wrote "Everything," I was dipping my toe in the lake of Kim Possible and KiGo fanfiction. It was so well-liked that I created a story to explain it, Anything. And now I'm writing a sequel to cover what happens after "Everything." I hope it goes over as well as the prior two stories did. And if you're reading this without having read Anythingand "Everything," I suggest you go back and read them. In that order. ;)

A/N 2: Also, Zabon95 has helped me work out the main plot for this story. ^_^ And there's a little secret surprise in store for everyone, so pay attention to the story. There's a love scene (or two) in this chapter, but that isn't the secret surprise.

Kim Possible

And Forever

Chapter 4 - One Wrong Move

Challenger 300 SH3G0

After the meeting with Doctor Director, Kim had asked Wade to begin searching for any sign of the two evil scientists. Then she and Shena had dropped Ron off at Middleton before heading home. Now they were over the Atlantic Ocean, heading towards the region of Nepal where their plane's hanger was located. Shena set auto-pilot, locked the controls, and headed aft. She passed through the very small passenger area, and then the small kitchen area, before entering the 'home area' (as Kim called it). That's where she found the red-head, of course, sitting on couch/bed (the 'back' of the couch being built onto the aircraft's starboard fuselage).

"Everything alright, Kimmie?" Shena asked as she sat down next to the woman. Kim sighed rather heavily.

"Just worried about you," she replied. "I mean, Drakken's gotta be pretty pissed at you, and Dementor doesn't really like you all that much."

"Hey, I can handle myself against Drakken," she said, hugging her red-headed princess. "I'm glad are worrying about me, but you don't need to. Besides, with you by my side, what can anyone do to me?" She gave Kim a kiss on the forehead. "Come on, Princess, tell me what's really bothering you. Is it the engagement?"

"No, it's not that," she told her. "Though I am nervous about getting married, but who isn't? What has me worried is all of that stolen genetics equipment in Dementor's hands - along with Drakken being with him now."

"There's nothing we can do until we find the two of them, so don't stress yourself out, my love, okay?" Shena leaned forward to give Kim a kiss on the cheek, but Kim turned her head and met the kiss on the lips. A moan escaped the two of them, and they both adjusted themselves to wrap their arms around each other. The soft, gentle, yet passionate kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity before Kim's hands started roaming along Shena's back. The raven-haired woman reached back and caught her love's hand before it could dip below her waistline.

"What's wrong?" Kim asked as the kiss broke apart.

"I promised," Shena told her softly. "You said, after we started dating, that you wanted to wait until marriage before having sex. And I promised you that I would wait until you were ready."

"I'm ready now," she whispered.

"We're engaged, not married," she replied, just as softly, feeling a little nervous and hopeful now.

"As you said, you promised to wait until I was ready. Shena, I am ready now. I don't want to wait anymore." Kim looked at her love with open, honest eyes. "And it's not just because of Drakken and Dementor; I've been thinking about this since I moved in with you. That promise you made meant everything to me. It told me one important thing: that you loved me enough to wait for me to be ready."

"Are you sure, Princess?"

"Am I really your princess?"

"You're the princess of my heart."

"Then," Kim said with a mischevious twinkle in her eye, "as your princess, I command you to make love to me."

Shena grinned and leaned forward until her lips were just barely brushing the other woman's. "As you command, Princess," she said softly, then kissed her. A moan vibrated through her mouth as Kim responded to the kiss. She let out a moan of her own as her fiancee's hand drifted down again and grabbed the curve of her ass. How many times had they seen each other naked, partially dressed, or dressing, and done nothing? She had wanted to do this, to appreciate Kim as a woman, for so long, but had held back because she loved and respected her. And now she was glad she had.

Shena moved her kissing from Kim's lips to her neck, drawing a breathy hiss and an, "Oh, my God," from her. She slipped her hands under her shirt and got another moan out of it. She moaned herself when she felt one of Kim's hand slip under her shirt and cup her bra-clad breast. She raised her head a little and blew into her love's ear, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from her. Chuckling herself, she sat up and pulled her green shirt off over her head, revealing the lacy black bra she was wearing. When she focused back on Kim, she found the red-head had also taken her shirt off to reveal . . . Shena's jaw dropped. Kim wasn't wearing a bra!

"Surprise," the woman said with a grin.

"Oh, that's how you want to play, is it?" Shena retorted, before standing up and dropping her black pants. Not only did Kim's jaw drop more than Shena's had, but her face turned nearly as red as her hair.

"What?" Shena asked with a little too much innocence and wearing only her bra. "You should know by now that I shave." Done with her teasing, she dropped back down to her knees, and planted a passionate kiss on the red-head's lips, cupping her face. Shena began kissing and licking her way down Kim's face and neck, not pausing until she reached a small but firm breast and took the pink nipple capping it into her mouth. Kim let a loud, growling moan and pushed the green-tinted woman's face against her chest. She chuckled around a mouthful of Kim's breast, drawing another growl from her. She felt a lessening of pressure on her own breasts, as well as a slight draft on them, and realized that her love had unclasped her bra. Reluctantly pulling away from the woman, she slipped her bra off as Kim slid off her own pants to reveal another surprise for her raven-haired wife-to-be.

"Okay, I thought going commando under clothes was my schtick," Shena growled playfully.

"You never called dibs," Kim retorted with a smirk. "If you're complaining, I can always get dressed again." Shena didn't reply; not with words, anyway. She reached out and pulled the now-naked red-head to her, bringing both of their nude forms together, and kissing her on the lips. When Kim's mouth opened to give a breathy moan, Shena slipped her tongue into her mouth, making that moan louder and a lot more throaty. She slipped a hand between them, caressing the warm skin of the younger woman, before slipping her hand down and gently cupping her womanhood. Kim broke off the kiss, panting heavily, and stared into Shena's eyes. The older woman waited, her hand pressed against her love's most sacred spot, until she saw her nod. Then she slipped a finger into her, and began making love to Kim Possible for the first time.

Dementor's Lair

"So you've got all of this equipment, everything needed to make clones, but you don't have any DNA?!" Drakken roared.

"Patience, my good Doktor Drakken," Dementor said, holding up a placating hand. "Zhis all ties in vith your revenge against zhose who imprisoned you. I vish to make an army of clones, an army zat no von could stand against. You vant to punish Shego for leaving you behind, and Kim Possible for putting you in zhere, ja?"

"Yes! But I don't see how that has anything to do with all of this!"

"Zhink, Doktor. I need an army of unbeatable clones. You need your revenge against zhe two vomen who wronged you."

"What a minute. You mean . . ."

"Precisely."

"Clone Shego and Kim Possible?! One of each is bad enough! Unless you're going to let me kill them?"

"Nein, Doktor. No, my plan is something far more insidious. I plan to take zhe DNA from both Shego and Kim Possible, zhen have you use zhose genetic sequencers to fuse zhe DNA togezher to create von single DNA strand. Zhen you vill start duplicating zhat strand to create zhe DNA matrix ve need to begin making my clone soldiers."

"Create clones using a fusion of both of their DNA? You're crazy! You wouldn't be able to control such an army!"

"I beg to differ, my good Doktor. You see, zhe fire and independence of each voman is not in zheir DNA, but zheir spirit. Ve vill only be using zhe DNA, and zhat can be controlled and manipulated, ja?"

"Hmm. That is true," Drakken said, rubbing his chin in thought. Dementor was glad he'd gotten the scientist calmed down; with his muscled body, Drakken would be able to beat him to a pulp now. "We wouldn't be able to do that until the DNA matrix stablized, though."

"And how much time vould zhat need?"

"After you get me the DNA samples, I'll need material to culture it in, and to serve as a medium for blending the two strands. With the equipment you have here, it should only take a few hours to combine the two strands of DNA. Building and stablizing the matrix will take longer, because in the beginning the combined DNA will be more delicate than the two original separate strands."

"So vould two days be sufficient, Herr Drakken?"

"Once you get the samples, yes."

"Rest assured, mein freund, I already have an operation underway to get you zhose samples."

Challenger 300 SH3G0

Sound asleep, Kim snuggled up against Shena, the smell of sex still filling the cabin's air. Shena didn't mind that smell; nor did she mind the fact that the two of them were sweaty. It was part of the lovemaking they'd been doing the last three hours, and perfectly natural. Shena had been surprised at not only Kim's stamina, but her flexibility as well. I guess those years in high school as a cheerleader were worth, the raven-haired woman though as she stared with a warm and love-filled smile at her lover. The lovemaking had been what she had hoped it would be, and more than she'd expected. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away. She had never been this happy in her life, and had begun to believe that real happiness would never be hers.

She suppressed a growl of frustration when she heard the sound of Kim's kimmunicator. Moving carefully so as to not disturb the sleeping red-head but quickly enough to get to the device before it woke her, Shena picked it up and turned it on - but not before turning off the video pick-up.

"What is it?" she growled.

"Shena? Where's Kim? And what happened to the video?"

"If you turn it on remotely, I will hunt you down and give every single piece of technology you have a plasma repair."

"Oh. Um. Yeah."

"And Kim's sleeping right now."

"You might want to wake her up."

"Just tell me the sitch, Wade. I'll tell her."

"Alright. Some of Dementor's henchmen have broken into another high-tech facility, this one centered around viral research. According to my information, the research is meant to see if specially-engineered viruses can be used to combat cancer cells."

"A medical research facility? Into a viral cancer cure? Why would he go there?"

"Well, based on what he's stolen to date, I'd say he's after the research. It could easily be applied to the creation and manufacture of clones. Especially the reproductive acceleration files."

"'Reproductive acceleration?' You mean to make those viruses replicate faster?"

"Exactly."

"Shit," Shena swore. "I'll wake Kim and get us turned around."

"I can hook you up with an in-flight refueling tanker."

"Please and thank you," she said, shutting off the kimmunicator. Then she winced. Great. I'm picking up Kimmie's politeness now, she thought, but it was love instead of scorn.

PandoraTech Medical Research Center

"I don't see anyone here," Ron whispered, only to be shushed by both women - and Rufus. They were creeping through the darkened main building of the research center, trying not to make any noise. Well, Ron was trying; Rufus was riding in his pants pocket, while Kim and Shena didn't need to try to be silent. Sometimes, he thought, I think those two are more like ninjas. I hope they don't have smoke pellets. He almost bumped into Kim before he realized the two women had stopped. He held up his hands apologetically as Shena glared at him. She pointed ahead of them, where a cracked doorway was spilling light into the hallway. Shena looked over at Kim, smiled slyly and, before Kim could object, busted through the door with a burst of plasma. Rolling her eyes, Kim charged right after her as Ron scrambled after them both.

But no one was in the room.

"Okay, this is weird," Ron said when he got into the room. "There's no one here."

"Trap?" Kim asked, looking around.

"Trap," Shena agreed. Kim pulled her hair dryer out of its holster on her back and aimed it at the ceiling - right as the floor opened up underneath them. She triggered the grappling hook as her fiancee grabbed her and, after the thunk! of the hook sinking into the ceiling, swung over to catch Ron. Or, rather, for Shena to catch Ron as Kim held on to the hair dryer with both hands.

"You know, I am never going to say anything bad about the hair dryer again," Shena said, looking down.

"Who has the time to build a death trap into the floor of a medical research building?" Ron asked. Rufus peeked out of his pocket and looked down. With a squeal, he ducked back into the pocket.

"So, Shena," Kim said, "you hang around here often?"

"That was a bad pun even for Ron," she replied.

"Hey!" he said indignantly.

"I don't mean to interrupt," Kim said, looking up, "but the ceiling's starting to drop, which means we're going down with it."

"Obviously, someone knew we would be coming, and rigged up this place just for us," Shena said. "And would you stop screaming!" she shouted at Ron. Looking up at Kim, she asked, "Was he always like this?"

"Usually," she confirmed. "Well, there's only one thing to do now."

"Don't even think about it," the raven-haired woman warned.

"Think about what?"

"Going down," Kim said, and deactivated the grappling hook. They dropped down the shaft, which turned into a twisting and turning ramp, before ending up-

"Outside?" Shena said, stunned. "What kind of death trap sends outside?"

"Apparently, this one," the red-head replied. She checked herself over and found a long cut down her left arm. "Did anybody else get hurt?"

"Wait, you got hurt?" Ron asked. Kim showed him and Shena her arm.

"I didn't even feel it," she said as her fiancee pulled a bandage roll from a pouch on her new cat suit and wrapped up Kim's arm.

"I didn't feel the one I got, either," Shena said. That's when Kim noticed the long rip from shoulder to below the elbow on her cat suit's sleeve.

"No blood?"

"I heal fast, remember?"

"Right."

"So, what now?" Ron asked.

"I guess we go home," Kim answered. "Dementor got whatever it was he wanted here, and set up some kind of trap for us."

"You get the feeling that there's something else going on here?" Shena asked.

E/N: And there you have it. Dementor reveals his plan, Drakken agrees to help . . . and Kim and Shena make love for the first time.

But what was up with that deathless death trap? Why is Drakken working with Dementor, considering how much they detest each other? Does Dementor have a more sinister game in the works? You'll just have to wait to the next chapter, "One Mistake," to find out.