A sharp, stabbing pain shot up her nose, straight through to her brain. The pain was intense enough that Shego to momentarily lose all motor functions, her limbs falling slack to her sides. She stumbled back a few steps before slipping and landing unceremoniously on her rear end. The Cuddlebuddy in her hands slipped loose from her grasp and bounced away from her, finally resting face down on the sidewalk.
Shego had barely raised a hand to touch her bleeding nose before a red and purple blur jumped on her and straddled her across the waist, pinning her down to the ground.
"Hang on a minute, Pri..." Shego managed to holler before a glancing blow struck the side of her jaw.
The green-hued woman was scarcely able to deflect the next fist as it barreled down towards her face. She raised both her arms to shield her face, which Kim seemed to be focusing on; the red-head's punches were weak and haphazardly thrown, and Shego easily shrugged them off. But there was no way she was going to take any of this, especially from some teenage cheerleader who had bested her so many times before.
Gritting her teeth in anger, Shego's hands shot up and gripped Kim's forearms, stopping the younger woman's frantic pummeling. Her fighting instinct came back to her, and she grinned wryly. Kim had made a mistake she would never normally make while fighting the former villainess: she'd let herself get caught by her hands. A slow, vicious smirk spread across Shego's lips. All she had to do was to turn her powers on and listen for the hissing sound of burnt flesh as the blisters bubbled up and savor the victory of finally defeating Kim Possible...
She glanced up momentarily at her assailant, only to have that victorious, gleeful smirk fall off her face in an instant.
Kim was crying as she hit the woman beneath her. Her eyes were filled with tears and her nose was runny. While she was trying her best not to make a sound, she was clearly choking back the sobs that wouldn't stop coming.
Shego hesitated for a moment; her grip on Kim's arms slacked a little. Taking advantage of her lapse in concentration, Kim viciously pulled herself free from Shego's grip. With a clear opening, she quickly grasped her left hand around Shego's throat, driving her right fist downwards and hard towards Shego's face.
Shego gasped in pain, and there was a bright burst of light as the back of her head smacked hard on the concrete sidewalk, and she felt an intense dizziness hit her. Coughing twice to clear her airway against Kim's tightening hand, Shego instinctively shot out her left hand to grasp Kim's shoulder, digging her claws deep into the soft flesh around the red-head's deltoid.
The brief retaliatory attack did not even frazzle the red-head as she continued to pound away. The pain was already far removed from her mind, and she was solely focused on inflicting as much hurt and damage as she could on the woman she perceived to have caused her so much grief.
"Kim!" Shego choked out in panic, "Stop it!"
"Stay! Away! From! Ron!" She accentuated each word with reckless punches that glanced off Shego's forearms. Her voice was now an almost indiscernible shriek, and she was beyond caring what she was doing.
With a loud grunt, Shego bucked her hips and threw the red-head off-balance. The momentary respite she gained was enough to grip Kim's collar with both hands and dragged her over, throwing her to the side. Quickly scrambling to her feet, she gingerly leaned against the side of the building for support, careful to keep as much distance between her and the red-head as possible.
"Kim," she called out to the sobbing figure huddling on the edge of the sidewalk. "Kim, can you hear me?"
Kim's head instantly shot up, strands of red-hair plastered across her tear and sweat covered face. Her eyes held a pure, deadly hatred towards Shego, one the older woman hadn't seen since Kim had kicked her into the Li'l Diablo control tower. The red-head's teeth were clenched tightly and bared like a wild animal, and she let loose an inarticulate growl. With an unbelievable speed, she pounced towards Shego, ready to claw her eyes out.
"Kim!" Shego yelled again at the charging redhead. "Listen to me!"
The time for words was long gone, and the red-head met the green-hued woman straight on, both hands slashing forward in a double palm strike to try and slam Shego's shoulders into the side of the building. Shego wasn't about to be caught off-guard by her again and slid forward, placing herself within Kim's reach. Using Kim's momentum while grasping a wrist, Shego twisted it sharply outwards while side-stepping, locking the red-head's arm painfully for the brief moment before she twisted, throwing the younger woman several feet away from her. "Fine, Kimmie, you want me so bad, come an' get me!" Shego growled before turning and sprinting down the face of the movie theater. Gotta get the hell away from here before someone calls security or the cops!
"We're not done yet!" Kim managed to holler, dashing after Shego.
Kim blindly shoved a pedestrian out of her way as she gave chase. She ignored the plaintive cry of whoever she'd accosted as she concentrated on the form running away from her.
Okay, there should be a park right over here... Shego thought to herself, spying the pedestrian skybridge that would take her across the busy Middleton Boulevard and into the relative calm of the park. She raced up the open air spiral ramp that led to the bridge proper, and was surprised to hear Kim gaining on her. She doubled her efforts to gain some distance on Kim when she stepped onto the covered bridge, only to be stunned as Kim dropped down in front of her. Before Shego could think, she was defending herself from a blindingly fast front snap kick directed at her chest.
The raven-haired woman quickly twisted her left arm up and around, deflecting the kick above her right shoulder. Shego jumped forward and started down the other side, then changed her mind and hopping up to the railing and jumping over the noise pollution barriers along the roadway next to the park. She hoped the barriers would stop passersby from seeing the knockdown, drag out fight she feared this confrontation was going to turn into. Finally, stopping her run at a quiet, secluded corner of the park, she dug her heels into the grassy earth and turned to face her pursuer.
"What the flying Christ set you off like this, Princess?" Shego taunted as Kim dropped down nearby and glared at the mint-hued woman.
"It doesn't matter! I know what you're trying to do!" Kim screamed, jumping forward in a bid to take Shego off guard. Her elbow almost connected with Shego's temple, the declaration having almost worked, taking Shego briefly off of her guard. "You stole my boyfriend! And my friends! And you even started taking my family away from me!" she again accentuated each exclamation with a punch or other strike, and Shego found herself being pushed back by the ferocity of the attacks.
"How the Hell did you come up with this dumb idea, Cupcake?" Shego spat out, using an older pet name that always seemed to annoy Kim, hoping to enrage the younger woman enough to make a mistake. Kim growled inarticulately at this, throwing an even more ferocious series of elbows and hand strikes as well as low kicks and knees, driving Shego even further into the park. Kim paused and backed up to take a few quick breaths, and Shego raised an eyebrow in seeming amusement, drawling out, "What was that, Cupcake? I can't understand you when you mumble!"
Kim's eyes flew wide and she tensed for the briefest of seconds. "It's obvious what you're doing, you fucking bitch!" Kim growled, throwing a wild roundhouse kick at Shego's head.
Shego had been anticipating this, so she dropped and spun around with a leg held out, hoping to sweep Kim off of her feet. The red-head fell with a strangled growl onto the soft ground, followed by a subdued gasp as the wind was knocked out of her.
Shego pounced, not giving Kim time to recover. She wrapped her legs around Kim's knees, holding them in place with her far superior strength. She then grasped Kim's hands, twisting and bending them at an awkward angle across the red-head's opposite shoulders and bearing all of her weight down upon the younger woman. Kim cried out in pain, but struggled, trying to head-butt Shego again, before trying to tear at one of Shego's hands with her teeth. "Bitch, let me up!" Kim spat, wincing in pain as she twisted her hands futilely within Shego's grasp.
Not wanting to risk being bitten, Shego brought Kim's hands together and clamped her right hand tightly around the fingers of both of the Kim's. She then hauled the red-head's arms and hands above her head before driving her left forearm into Kim's throat, not quite hard enough to cut off the airway, but more than enough to be painful. The red-head let out a feral scream of pain, before trying to twist her body even harder out of the woman's grasp. She quickly dug her fingernails into the mint-hued woman's right hand, trying desperately to pull herself free from Shego's super-human grip. She continued to kick ineffectively with her feet, hoping to throw the older woman's balance off, but failing miserably.
"Kimmie!" Shego barked, "Calm the fuck down! I don't know how you came up with this, but this is enough!"
Despite all the punishment that Kim was inflicting on her right hand, Shego held on tightly with gritted teeth. Slowly she felt the strength of the red-head slip away as her limbs flailed uselessly as she tried to free herself from Shego's grip. Finally Kim's struggles stopped, her strength spent, and she stared blankly at Shego.
"Kimmie..." Shego said softly while shaking her head, fearful concern in her voice at the blank expression on Kim's face, "Talk to me..."
Kim stared up at Shego with a confused expression, before something slowly took hold within her jade green eyes, something that made Kim relax inexplicably. Then she closed her eyes, muttering something intelligible as she shook her head, trying one last time to buck Shego off of her.
"Kim..." Shego finally managed to breathe out. "I'm going to let you go now... Do you hear me?"
The red-head gave no sign of a reply, only a slight choking sound as she lay back weakly against the ground.
Shego relaxed her grip slightly, as she asked the red-head in a warning tone, "Are you going to listen to me now?"
Again there was no sign of assent, but to her credit, Shego noted that Kim wasn't struggling anymore.
"Kim?" Shego relaxed her hold a little more. Deciding that it was safe enough to let go of her, Shego untangled herself from the cheerleader, sitting across from her and stretching her legs out in front of her. She refused to take her eyes off the red-head and intently studied her features before deciding what to do next.
Kim's hands were buried in her face, and her shoulders were hitching slightly. Her normally silky hair was now a mess of tangles, wet with tears and sweat. Her cheerleading uniform was ruffled and had ridden up her midriff a little too provocatively, but she seemed far beyond caring about her modesty.
"Kim?" Shego called to her one last time, as gently prodded the cheerleader's shoulder.
Kim flinched from her touch, and tried to pull away. Her hand quickly shot out and smacked away the proffered hand before a soft inaudible mumble was heard.
Shego glanced at the red-head wonderingly. "What?"
"I said," Kim threw her hands down on her lap as she sat up, napping her head up in anger. "You can have him!"
"Him?" Shego looked at the red-head in surprise. "You mean, Ron?"
"Yes!" Kim spat the word like a curse, before she choked and coughed twice. With a sniffle, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, not caring about the mess she was making.
The ashen taste of victory over Kim Possible had never been this bitter. Shego stared blankly at the disheveled teen, as she echoed in confusion, "Why?"
"You like him, don't you?" Kim spat out the rising taste of bile in her mouth. "And he likes you too..."
"Kimmie, we're just friends," Shego explained with a forlorn look. "Nothing more."
"Yeah right," Kim replied sardonically. "What about your makeout sessions in school?"
"Makeout sessions?" Shego asked in surprise. "There's nothing of that sort going on, whether at school or at his place. We're just two regular friends."
"Don't lie!" Kim raised her voice accusingly. "Just don't lie to me... I know it, and you don't have to patronize me and treat me like an idiot... People have seen you two in the hallways..."
"'People'?" Shego cocked her head to the side, and gave Kim a long hard look. "Who is it?"
"Doesn't matter," Kim replied carelessly, "But someone told me about it... She said you were seen coming out of an empty classroom together and hugging in the hallways."
"Kim..." Shego let out a sigh. "I barely remember... Was it today?"
"You mean there were other times?" Kim shot back accusingly.
"No... Kim, listen to me..." Shego started. "Ron wanted to talk to me in private."
"Oh really?" Kim rolled her eyes. "Private makeout sessions?"
"You're being really difficult here, you know that?" Shego's voice took on a steel-like quality as she glared at the red-head. "Would you listen to me? I never made out with Ron! He had something important he wanted my help with."
"See?" Kim crowed, as she shouted at the woman. "See what I mean? He likes you! He likes-likes you! Why didn't he talk to me about it first? Why did he have to go to you for help first?"
Shego raised an eyebrow, with impatience scrawled clearly across her features. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the red-head as she shook her head before raising her voice back at Kim, "What is your damned problem, girl? You think just because he asked me something first, means he likes me more? You know what?" Shego stabbed her finger accusingly at Kim. "Just for once, drag your head out of your ass and listen to me! You want know what was so important that he wanted to talk to me about in private that he didn't want to say to you? It's something he's already spoken to you about..." Kim cocked her head slightly at Shego, and the older woman took a breath, unleashing her next words with a sharp exhalation, "It was about you! You!"
"Me?" Kim feebly echoed in surprise.
"Yeah, you!" Shego raged, as she stabbed the air with her finger twice more for good measure. "He said you were acting different, you were crazy. Well he didn't say that, but I get the impression that's what he meant. And seeing that you just attacked me, I think he's right; you are fucking crazy. That's why he asked me to help, wanted to know what was wrong with you; the way you go all green, and damn near beat up any girl that goes within five feet of Ron!"
"Well," Kim shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, and glanced nervously aside as she mumbled defensively. "You didn't have to grab his butt..."
"Christ, girl!" Shego threw up her hands in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't do anything of that sort? Look, that blond ass has 'Property of Kim Possible' stamped all over it!"
"But Bonnie said..."
"Bonnie?" Shego glared daggers at Kim. "Bonnie? Is she the person putting these ideas into your head?"
"She saw you groping him in the hallway," Kim explained meekly. "And she isn't the onl-..."
"Gah!" Shego grunted out in frustration. "Listen here, Princess. You believe anything she says? From half the stories you and Ron tell me about her, that girl is nothing but trouble! And was anyone you may have heard anything about this from part of her little social clique?" Kim shrugged and grunted noncommittally, drawing a groan of frustration from Shego. "And you let her get into your head? Who're you going to trust here: me or Bonnie?"
Kim looked at the green-hued woman uncomfortably.
Shego shut her eyes and bit her lip, before letting out a loud sigh, "Okay, fine, you don't trust me. I get it... You don't trust me, I know you have no reason to trust me, but at least after these two months, could you at least talk to me first before attacking me like that. Let me put it this way then, who are you going to believe? Bonnie, who spreads lies about you wherever she goes? Or Ron, your faithful boyfriend, who has been by your side since pre-school?"
"So there's nothing between you and Ron?" Kim asked again uncertainly.
"God damn! Yes! Give the cheerleader a Nobel fucking Prize!" Shego whooped sarcastically. "Of course not! Don't you think that from the moment Ron became my boyfriend I would have rubbed it in your face every minute of every day?"
Kim nodded numbly as she thought about it.
"Good," Shego finally muttered. "Now do you still want me to have him?"
Numbly, the red-head almost imperceptibly nodded her head, with her eyes firmly fixed on a spot at her feet.
With a loud impatient sigh, Shego asked tiredly, "Now what, Princess?"
"I just... He... He thinks I'm crazy..." Kim looked ready to start bawling again. "Besides, you'd be better for hi-..."
"Hold up, Princess," Shego hastily interrupted the red-head. "I'm the one calling you crazy... Not Ron... He just said he was getting uncomfortable with all your advances..."
"See?" Kim howled before breaking out into uncontrollable sobs. "He doesn't like me anymore!"
"Kimmie! Kimmie!" Shego snapped at the hysterical teen to get her attention. She reached up and pulled aside Kim's hands to look straight into her eyes. "What's wrong with you? I never said he doesn't like you anymore. He still does like you, very much. Hell, he loves you! It's just that you've been forcing him into some really intimate moments..."
"But I love him so much..." Kim cried, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.
"Sure you do," Shego replied dryly. "But is it love when you offer yourself to him like some drunken prom date?" At Shego's words, Kim coughed nervously and looked away. "No, don't try to bullshit your way out of this, Princess! Ron told me everything you've done; from the morning wake-up calls to the way you forced him to steal third base, then stormed out 'cause he still wouldn't sleep with you!"
"I... Shego, I'm..." Kim said, shrugging helplessly and staring at the older woman with a confused, hurt expression.
"Look, Kimmie... Ron's a very healthy and horny male teenager, and if you were any other girl and he was damn near any other guy, he'd have taken advantage of you in a heartbeat. But you're not, you're Kim Possible... The girl whom he loves, yes, loves with all his heart and respects too much to actually treat you like that. He knows you, and he knows you are better than that. He wants to share all of that shit with you, and as goddamn cliché as it sounds, he wanted to make each and every moment special for you! So why do you insist on pushing him down this road and wasting your relationship for some roll in the hay?"
"But that's what I want!" Kim insisted, choking back another sob. "Why doesn't Ron believe me when I say I want to take our relationship there?"
"Oh, I don't know," Shego drawled sarcastically. "Maybe it has something to do with the promise you two made to each other not to do something like that until you're both ready to? Or maybe it's all about how, in the past month, you've become really aggressive and physical in your displays of affection? Or maybe it is the fact that you don't seem to have that same confidence in your relationship with Ron as you do with your 'I can do anything' attitude?"
Kim stared mutely at the older woman. After a long silent moment, she whispered, "I just want him to love me."
"And he does!" Shego snorted with impatience. "Take it from someone who has been around the block. I've slept around enough to know that sex and love are not the same thing. If you think Ron would love you more because you spread your legs for him, then you've seriously misjudged that boy. I know that, and I know you do too. Kimmie, why do you want him to sleep with you so badly?"
"It's just... I..." Kim mumbled uncomfortably. "How could Ron love someone like me?"
"Like you? Now what the hell are you talking about?" Shego's brow furrowed in confusion. "You lost me there."
"Look at me!" Kim stated loudly through bitter tears. "I'm just a plain tomboy with a flat chest! I can't compete with girls like Bonnie... Or Tara... Or even you!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Shego half-yelled. "I don't call you Princess because you look like some fat ugly cow or some scrawny stick of a woman! You'd honestly look quite hot dressed like that if only you weren't bawling your eyes out."
"But I'm not!" Kim wailed. "There are no guys lining up to ask me out..."
"Kimberly..." Shego called to her softly, and as Kim turned to look at her, Shego delivered a jaw-cracking slap that left a red welt for the world to see. "That is the most selfish thing I have ever heard you say, Kimberly Possible," Shego's voice grated dangerously. "How could you ever think of something like that when you're dating an incredible man like Ron?"
Rubbing the side of her face, Kim tried her best to look ashamed and hastily added, "I love Ron very much, and I want to be with him... But... But... It's nice to get noticed... The way Tara does... Or you do... Ron... He doesn't even notice me half the time I'm around..." Kim stopped speaking and bit her lip hard, nearly drawing blood.
Shego snorted, shaking her head in wonder, "Look Princess, for one, I think you're hot... And secondly, you don't see men lining up to take me out either. And don't even think like that, because half the time all I hear about at home is how good you look... But I swear, Princess... If you hurt Ron in any way..."
"I won't," Kim promised. "I won't... I just... I'm a bad person, aren't I?" She looked ready to burst out in fresh tears again.
"And I'm Mother Theresa," Shego shot back. "Kimmie, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know," Kim mumbled. After a long pause, she hesitantly ventured, "Shego, do you think... If something happened to me, would Ron still love me?"
"What do you mean by 'something'?"
"Like..." Kim searched for the words she was looking for. "Like... What if... When I was kidnapped... What if you and Ron hadn't rescued me in time?"
"Oh, God," Shego gave Kim a long hard look. "This is about Reggie, isn't it?"
"No..." Kim denied quickly. "It's nothing... I was just thinking."
"You were thinking what if you were raped?" Shego noticed Kim visibly wince at the word. She reached out and placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulder, before continuing, "Kimmie, I know you haven't really talked to anyone about what happened that night. We all know nothing happened, but you wouldn't talk about it, even with Ron..."
"I'm..." Kim looked up helplessly at the older woman before turning away. "It's nothing... Really..."
"Princess, lying is not your thing," Shego warned the red-head. "So tell me... What's really bothering you?"
"It's... I'm..." Kim struggled uncomfortably, searching for the right words, before glancing helplessly up at Shego again.
"Kimmie," Shego spoke softly. "You can tell me, I'll understand. I was in the almost same position you are now ten years ago. Except it was a lot worse. I didn't have a caring boyfriend who came to my rescue or a loving family who supported me through the aftermath."
Kim glanced around desperately, before letting her eyes settle back on the older woman, "Promise not to tell anyone?" She quietly whispered.
"I promise," Shego nodded her head with a sincere look in her eyes.
"I..." Kim stared hard into the green eyes of the other woman, before finally sighing in defeat. She opened her mouth hesitantly, and slowly chose her words, as though each word caused her unimaginable, "I... Shego... When he touched you... Did you... Like it?"
"No, of course..." The words died quickly in Shego's throat, as the misery in Kim's eyes became clear. "Oh... Kim..." She extended both hands and pulled the teenager close to her chest. With her arms around her, Shego placed her cheek on the top of Kim's head, gently crooning to the red-head. "Oh, Kim... Is that what's been bothering you?"
She felt the red-head nod her head slowly twice, as Kim pulled herself closer in the older woman's embrace. "I... When he was... Touching me... When his thumb was in my mouth, I... I was..." Shego felt Kim jerk against her, as if hiccupping, then the red-head swallowed forcibly, before drawing a few ragged breaths and continuing in the barest of whispers. "I liked it..." Holding Kim tenderly, Shego glanced down at girl leaning against her chest, quietly sobbing against her. "I... I didn't... W-want to... Bu-but I did!" she whimpered several seconds later, twisting the ripped fabric of Shego's sweater in her hands desperately.
"Kim..." Shego repeated called her name quietly, while she stroked her red mane. "What did he do to you? Oh god, Kim... It was those drugs he gave you… It's not your fault… I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... It's all my fault that you crossed his path..."
The two women sat there quietly on the hillock, the peace of the park only broken by an occasional sniffle. When the hitching of the red-head's shoulders finally stopped, Shego drew her back and lifted up her chin with a finger.
"Feeling slightly better now, Pumpkin?" Shego asked.
Numbly, the cheerleader nodded her head. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and gazed ashamedly at the mess she made on the older woman's top.
Following her eyes, Shego glanced down at her top, before replying, "Don't worry about it, you can buy me a new shirt later." She sighed and cocked her head slightly at the red-head. "Kim, we have more important things to worry about. You need to talk to Ron about this."
Kim's face instantly screwed up in panic, and she shook her head wildly. Her mouth formed a little circle, as she kept mouthing the words, "No, no, no, no, no..."
"Kim!" Shego's voice became a little harsher. "It's okay... He'll understand..."
"No..." Kim pulled away from the green-hued woman slightly. "He won't... What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if he thinks... Thinks I'm a..." The words got stuck in her throat, as she choked and started coughing.
"Kim!" Shego called her name again. "Listen to me, you need to talk to someone about this. Someone you can trust. Look at you, it's tearing you up from the inside, and it's already strained your relationships with the people you love. Ron, your mom and dad, the Tweebs, Ron's parents, even I'm worried about you!"
"But... I can't tell Ron... I can't, I can't..." Kim repeated over and over miserably. "Please... Not Ron..."
"You have to! Sooner or later, he has to know," Shego insisted.
"No... No... I can't... Please, Shego, don't make me tell Ron..." Kim begged the older woman. "Please... Don't... At least... Not yet..."
"You need to talk to someone about it!" Shego argued back. "Look, you don't want to talk to Ron, you don't want to talk to your mom, and from what I hear, you definitely don't want to talk to a counselor! Kim, who do you want to talk to?"
Kim glanced around nervously, before fixing her eyes expectantly on the older woman who was busy musing. Her stare remained unnoticed and Shego pondered the problem for a few minutes, until Shego finally looked up, growling in exasperation.
"I can't think of anyone!" She uttered in frustration. "C'mon, Kimmie, you know your friends better than I do, it's either someone close to you that we all can trust or it's the counselor for you and I don't care if I have to strap you down and tie you up but you are going to... Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"
Kim stared pleadingly at the older woman as she kept her eyes fixed on the older woman.
"Oh hell, no!" Shego ranted. "There's no way... You're not dragging me into this..."
"Please?" Kim replied in a soft whisper. "If it has to be someone... I rather it be you..."
"Kim..." Shego looked at the red-head with a pained expression, letting her hands drop to her lap.
"I know it's selfish of me to ask you..." Kim started. "But you understand... Because... Because..."
"Because I was a rape victim?" Shego finished the rest of the sentence for her in an acidic tone.
Kim blushed as she turned away from the older woman. "I wasn't meaning that... Not exactly anyway... I was going to say you would understand how I feel the most. Because you like Ron as much as I do..."
"No I don't," Shego quickly denied. "Like I said, we're just friends..."
"Shego," Kim laid a hand on one of Shego's. "I think you like him a lot more than you let on... And... And... It's okay..." Kim looked guiltily at the back of her hand for a moment. "I... I think you can help me... Not be so out of control..."
"Kim..." Shego shook her head.
"Please?"
"As much as I like to," Shego sighed. "I'm not a professional... And maybe I can't help you the way a certified counselor can."
"Please..." Kim pleaded. "You already know more than most people... About... This kinda stuff... And I know that when you took child development as your major degree, you took psychology as a minor degree..." Shego gave Kim a hard stare, and Kim swallowed slightly. "I had Wade check on your degree when you started teaching as Miss Go... Anyway, if it doesn't work out? I'll go to a real counselor... If it's not working, I promise."
"Kim... It's not really that simple," Shego started.
"Please, you're the only one I can talk to," Kim cried. "Shego, please... Help me..."
Shego silently contemplated Kim's words; after several long minutes, she let out a reluctant sigh and slowly slumped her shoulders in a defeated manner. With a slow nod, Shego looked deep into Kim's eyes, looking for any deception there, "Y'know... When you said you wanted to be my friend, I was kind of looking forward to it. When you attacked me, I wasn't sure what was going on, but... I wanted to be your friend, Kimmie, and even after all this, I still do... But above all, I don't want you to hurt Ron anymore, so against my better judgment..."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Kim almost cried enthusiastically as she unexpectedly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Shego in a tight hug.
"Hang on a minute," Shego pushed her off for a minute and held the surprised red-head by her shoulders. "You want my help, you got to agree to my conditions first."
Reluctantly, Kim nodded.
"First of all, you've got to apologize to everyone, and I mean everyone. That includes all the people you've hurt. That includes people like Tara, Monique, your mom, Ron and especially me."
"Sorry," Kim quietly whispered, as she gulped down what remained of her pride.
"Not right now, Kimmie dear," Shego purred sweetly. "I was thinking more of a public apology."
Kim looked a slight shade of green that would have made the older woman proud.
"Second, you've got to pay for busting my nose up like this," Shego pointed at the crusting blood on her nose. "You're taking me shopping tomorrow at your expense."
With a defeated sigh, Kim nodded slowly.
"And finally, you have to be honest with me. All the time," Shego said. "I can't help you if you refuse to tell me things, and you promise to be honest with me, or else we call it quits, okay?"
"I promise," Kim whispered, her face a study of sorrow, shame and assurance.
"And," Shego said with a note of finality, "If I think you need professional help, I'm going to consult with the psychologist your mother wanted you to see." Kim opened her mouth to protest, but Shego held up a finger to silence her. "This is nonnegotiable, Princess! I do not want to make a mistake with you! Especially if it would be my fault, understand?"
Kim's expression was torn between arguing with the older woman and assent, and Shego held her breath in anticipation. Finally Kim sighed, leaning back and looking down at the ground between them.
"Good," Shego lay back on the grass looking straight up at the sky for a moment. She smirked at the clouds as the first few snowflakes of the year fell lazily across her vision, wondering if it was a good or bad sign. After a moment of contemplation, she decided that, for now anyway, it seemed things might just be okay. "Hey Kim?"
"Yeah?" The red-head replied hesitantly, as she looked over at the older woman lying in the grass.
"You promised to be honest with me, right?"
"Uh huh?"
"Well..." Shego took a deep breath before continuing, a wicked grin forming on her lips. "How big is Ron in his pants?"
An hour and two chimmeritos later at the Bueno Nacho outlet in the mall, Kim and Ron were sitting in a booth, Kim wearing a chagrined, hopeless expression, and Ron a serious, disturbed expression. Opposite them sat a very bored looking raven-haired woman and a highly excitable Club Banana retail employee.
Monique gave Kim a long hard look before opening her mouth, "You are taking Shego shopping tomorrow at your expense? Girl, you've never been half that nice to me..."
"Hey, it's not like I want to," Kim mumbled uncomfortably. "I'm sorry for hitting her, after all."
"Assaulting, you mean?" Ron asked with uncharacteristic candor, drawing a blush and a shameful nod from the red-head.
"But you did twist my arm!" Monique nursed her hand with a little pout. "C'mon, there's this pair of pants I just got to have."
"Monique!" Kim yelped. "I'm already broke!"
"Girl, I'm your BFF!" Monique riposted. "Now according to the BFF charter outlined in the unofficial MHS student rules, you can't treat anyone nicer than your BFF. And that includes, friends, family, boyfriends and especially gym teachers."
"I already said I was sorry! Aww... Ron!" Kim whined to her blond boyfriend who was busy staring at the empty tray in front of him. "Back me up here."
"Um..." Ron said listlessly, "Sorry, KP, you dug yourself in this one..."
Kim stared slack jawed at her boyfriend's lack of support. What's going on he-
"Ahem..." Shego finally decided to throw in her two cents, interrupting Kim's troubled thoughts. "Now, seeing as I got a free pass tomorrow, why don't you come along with us? I suppose I could always use someone with an eye for fashion, unlike Kimmie over there. Then, you can just add your pants to my tab, which Princess here will take care of."
"Shego!" Kim gasped.
"Really?" Monique clapped her hands for joy. "Oh goodie! Shego, you're the best! Forget everything they ever said about you in the hallways, you're my favorite teacher already!"
"Hmm?" Shego cocked her head to the side and eyed Monique carefully. "So what are they saying about me at school?"
"Oh, good stuff, bad stuff... The usual..." Monique replied airily. "Nothing you got to be concerned about... Now Mr. Barkin is a whole different..."
"Hang up a minute there, Muffin..." Shego held up her hand.
"Muffin?" Monique gaped.
"Muffin..." Shego repeated again in a serious voice. "It's easier to remember. Monique, Muffin. Okay? Now I don't care one bit about Barkin, just tell me what they've been saying about me in school."
"Umm..." Monique glanced over at Kim. "Muffin?"
Kim just shrugged and Ron piped up in an annoyed tone, "Hey, at least you're not buffoon, okay?"
Monique let out a little snicker, before waving her hands, "Okay fine, fine... Whatever you want, you're still my favorite teacher. So all the girls are really jealous of you because their boyfriends are paying more attention to you in gym class than them. Now Lana Sherrington figures you to be some sort of porn star, the way you dress in spandex in class and used to wear that catsuit when you wer-..."
"Hey!" Shego interrupted, sounding miffed. "It helps me move around easier."
Monique shrugged, "Well, rumor is her boyfriend Richard Goethe has a picture of you in his locker, and it's conveniently taped over her picture, so it's just a spat of jealousy. Now, that's one of the more flattering pieces of gossip around you. Otherwise it ranges from you being a complete plastic doll where you're all fake, to being a blood-sucking succubus preying on innocent young boys."
Shego snorted in laughter. "Succubus?"
"Err... That was me..." Kim meekly confessed. "I got carried away with my ranting when you first came..."
"Right, Princess," Shego remarked dryly. "We've got to work on that."
"So anyway," Monique went back to her story. "Now generally, the student body is wondering what Barkin's done to convince you to come back as a teacher. Top of the list is that he knocked you up, and your hiatus was because you were pregnant with Barkin's kids; the other side of that coin is that you were recovering from an abortio-..."
Shego's eyes opened wide, as her face turned a deeper shade of seasick green. "Abortion?" she exclaimed, drawing a few eyes towards the table. She briefly turned her trademark glare on the curious, who went back to minding their own business before continuing. "Aside from the fact that I wouldn't do that... You've got to be kidding me! That was less than three months ago! Ugh... Pregnant with Barkin's kids?"
"Well, someone said you had a miscarriage after a month instead of an abortion, and it took you a while to recover, and now you're back," Monique shrugged, turning to look at Kim who was trying to stifle her giggles.
"But students have also been noticing that you're coming to school every day with Ron, and more than a few people have picked up on the fact that you two are really close, and a select few," Monique summarily gestured at herself, "Know for a fact that you are staying over at his place."
"Yeah, so?" Shego remarked with feigned disinterest.
"So a few of them suggest that you have actually defeated Kim over there, replaced her with an animatronic robot, and then you're actually dating Ron secretly until he's out of high school where you two can openly declare your relationship," Monique explained with a smirk.
Shego rolled her eyes at that. "I'm going to put forward a memo to Barkin that the kids at school have way too much time on their hands and a way too overactive imaginations."
"There's also the one," Monique continued as if not hearing Shego's comment, "Where you and Kim had your brains swapped, and Kim's parent's don't know, so you're pretending to be Kim, while Kim's in your body sleeping over at Ron's," Monique remarked with pride at her ability to regurgitate nearly any rumor from the high school's hallways. "Or should I say, sleeping with Ron."
"Monique!" Kim blurted out suddenly, kicking out with her foot at the general direction of her BFF.
"Ow!" Monique yelled as a sneaker connected with her shin. "Girl! That hurt! Ow, ow, ow... I'm just telling it like it is, and not making any of this up!"
"Muffin, you know, if it's any consolation," Shego gave the girl her trademarked evil smirk. "I think Kim has more than enough in her college savings to spring for a new pair of shoes too."
"Ooh!" Monique's eyes lit up with delight. "Forget favorite teacher, you're my new BFF!"
"Shego!" Kim moaned miserably. "You're enjoying this way too much!"
"What can I say?" Shego touched her nose gently. She had already washed off most of the crusted blood, and her wounds had healed pretty fast. But it still felt tender. "I'm an evil woman."
"Evil... I like!" Monique chirped happily. "So... Shego... Now that I got you here, there are simply some things I've got to know."
"Go ahead, shoot," Shego replied with a bored look on her face.
"Okay... Ahem... According to Kim here," Monique looked sweetly over at the blushing red-head. "I'd just like to confirm for the record, do you have a major crush on blond and oblivious over there?" She nodded in the direction of Ron, who was trying to distract himself by constructing a house out of Diablo Sauce™ sachets with his ever-present naked mole rat, Rufus. He glanced over at Monique after her question, his eyes hooded but his bearing tense.
"Nope," Shego denied immediately. "Never have."
"Right..." Monique replied with a widening grin. "Next question, who would you rather go on a date with, Mr. Barkin or Ron?"
Shego shot her a death glare. "One date, with Barkin, in his tweed suit, and listening to stories about his army buddies, is more than what any woman should ever have to put up with for the rest of her life."
"Right..." Monique nodded knowingly. "So in a fight between you and Kim, who would win?"
"Of course me," Shego remarked coolly.
"So not!" Kim shot back, rising to the challenge.
"Hey, Princess, I just beat you," Shego smirked as she pointed out. "Like an hour ago."
"I wasn't on top of my game..." Kim replied defensively.
"Girls, girls..." Monique quickly interrupted the two. "Kim, it's Shego's turn to answer the questions now..." Turning her head back to the raven-haired woman with an amused look on her face, she asked, "So Shego, is it true that you're also into girls?"
"What?" Shego shot Kim a dirty look, who shrugged innocently.
"It's just something I heard," Monique smiled knowingly. "From a very reliable source that can do anything."
"Princess!" Shego half-roared across the table.
"I'm sorry, Shego!" Kim shrunk back in her seat. "It's just that Monique can be very persistent and thorough with her questions..."
"Right..." Shego sat back with her arms crossed, and glared at the African-American. "Whatever she said, Muffin, I neither deny nor affirm it, and in addition to that, I plead the Fifth."
"Ooh... You are good," Monique smirked. "Okay, so... One last question then, and it's one that many students are wondering too... Would you ever consider dating a student?"
"What?" Shego asked in shock, her eyes widening noticeably. "What the Hell kind of question is that?
Kim glanced over at her friend and opened her mouth to echo Shego's shocked query, when the sound of a palm slamming down on the table made all three of the women jump in surprise. They all turned to Ron, who sat with a palm lying flat on the table, his shoulders hunched forward angrily and an outright hostile look on his face directed at Monique, "Why does any of this matter, Monique?" Ron grated in a voice just above a whisper.
"Wha-...?" Monique got out, followed by a confused stammer.
"'What' is exactly what I should be asking you, Mon!" Ron continued, "Shego just got attacked by Kim, her nose almost broken and if you can't see, she still has a black eye! And here you are, grilling her like a gossip hound on TV!" he threw up his hands and rolled his eyes.
"I..." Monique began, and Ron returned his baleful glare to her, "I'm sorry, Ron... I didn't notice anything on Shego, and I didn't think it was that serious."
"Ron, aren't you being a bit harsh?" Shego asked.
"Maybe," he stared coldly at the mint hued woman. "But it is a big deal."
"I'm sorry, okay?" Monique snipped out, drawing Ron's eyes back to her as she stood up, "I figured that something went down, so I thought maybe a little humor, or maybe just letting things slide and just acting normal would be a good thing!" she said as she wiped a stray tear from her eye.
Kim, Rufus and Shego all nodded in agreement with Monique, Shego speaking for the three of them, "Ron, it's okay. We all need to lighten up after all of that…"
Ron sighed, glancing between his four friends, before settling his eyes back on the table, "Mon, I'm sorry for blowing up, but things haven't been normal for the past couple of weeks…"
"I know… That's why I thought we could use a laugh..." Monique said, shaking her head slowly. "Look, I'll go ahead and go home, I still have some homework... Catch you tomorrow for lunch on my break at CB, Ron?"
"Sure, and I think we need to head too," he replied, glancing at Shego and Kim, who nodded. Rufus clambered up Ron's arm to give him a hug around his neck before heading to his normal resting place in Ron's pants.
"'Kay," Monique said, glancing back at her friends before walking off, her voice still hurt from Ron's outburst, "See you guys tomorrow."
Ron, Kim and Shego made their way out of the mall towards the parking lot. They silently piled into Shego's car, but the ride back to the Stoppable residence was quiet and tense. Ron kept glancing at Shego and back at Kim, then sighing and returned his stare forward. Shego and Kim both wondered about his change of attitude at Bueno Nacho, from relieved neutrality to giving Monique a tongue lashing for asking Shego a few minor questions. As the Stoppable house finally came into view, he relaxed slightly, but there was still an obvious tension in his shoulders and the set of his eyes.
"Well," Shego said softly, her voice as tense as the air in her car, "We're home, Ron."
"Yeah," he said after a brief pause, "Hey, Shego? Could you… Kim and I need to talk."
Shego pursed her lips before answering, her tone full of concern. "Ron, I don't think right now is the bes-..." Shego began, but Kim's soft voice interrupted her, cutting her off like a knife.
"Shego, it's alright... You said I should talk to him, I'm just..." she waved a hand around in front of her, the other twirling a lock of hair nervously.
"Are you sure, Kimmie?" Shego asked, her eyebrows knit in concern.
"I'll..." Kim looked at Ron, her face mirroring Shego's concern, "We'll be alright, Shego..."
"Okay," Shego finally replied, looking over at Ron, "I'll go drive around for a bit and have a few smokes... Just take things slow, Ron, okay? She's gone through a lot lately..."
"I know," Ron said after a few moments, nodding with a neutral expression on his face. He got out of the car, shutting the door firmly and walking towards his home, leaving Kim in the back seat to let herself out.
Shego sighed as Kim got out and carefully closed the door, pinching the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. She brooded, staring at their retreating forms for a moment before pulling her pack of cigarettes out. She took one out and lit it with her plasma, then looked back up to see Kim staring forlornly at her. She gave the red-head a reassuring smile as she shifted the car into gear, and sped off, hoping to find a way to calm her troubled thoughts.
Kim glanced back from the threshold of the front door as Shego accelerated away, then back at Ron's home with a sense of foreboding she'd never felt before. Swallowing both her fear and what little pride she had left and forced herself past the door and into the house. Ron was standing by the couch with his arms crossed, looking at her sternly at her.
"Kim," Ron started in a cold, even tone, as he stood in the living room, with a fixed glare on his girlfriend.
"Ron?" Kim asked softly, not wanting to anger him further as she walked up to him, "What's wrong? Why did you snap at Monique like that at Buen-..."
Ron cut her short by holding up a finger in front of her face. He shut his eyes as he thought of what he wanted to say. Kim had never seen him this way before. His ever-present smile and boyish charms had disappeared, and instead this mask of stone had taken its place. His cold demeanor unnerved Kim, terrified her… She knew he was angry at her; he had every right to be. Silently she ran through her mind a list of things to say, and hoped that he would find it in his heart to forgive her. Her fear, compounded by her shame, of hurting her very best friend, made her tremble. She felt like she was six years old again, watching that disapproving and disappointed look as her parents scolded her when she had left the house without their permission.
"Ron?" Her lower lip quivered, as she felt the cold wall separating them. She wanted to touch him, wanted him to touch her and tell her that it'll be alright, but somehow, she wondered if that was even possible. "Ron, please… Talk to me."
"Kimberly," he called her by her full name, which made her wince. His serious tone filled her heart with dread as he continued, "I am very upset and angry with you. After what you did…"
"Ron, it's no big. Shego forgave me…" Kim started pleadingly, feeling very diminutive next to her blond boyfriend.
"Wrong!" Ron raised his voice enough to make her jump in fright. He had never raised her voice at her. Never… She bit her lower lip as she felt her heart sinking lower. "It's very big!" Ron shouted. "How could you? How could you do such a thing? I mean…" Ron threw up his hands in frustration. "Look at me, Kim!" He glared angrily at her as she meekly lifted her eyes up to his.
"Ron… I'm sorry…" Kim mumbled, almost in tears.
"Sorry isn't good enough this time," Ron replied coldly. "Look, Kim… I'm so angry at you that I don't know… I don't care if Shego forgave you, or Monique forgave you or even your parents forgave you… I don't care if you tried to force me to do things I don't want to do, but to think that you would just go out there and attack Shego? What were you thinking?"
"I was…" Kim bit her lower lip sharply to try to numb the pain in her heart. "I was… I thought…"
"You thought I was cheating on you, didn't you?" Ron accused her.
Kim shut her eyes tight, as she turned her head away. The most she could do was numbly nod her head.
"Why?" Ron's question bounced around her head.
"Because…" Kim mumbled as she thought of what went through her head earlier today.
"Is it because you don't trust me?" Ron asked coldly.
Kim's eyes shot up in panic, as she denied fervently, "No, Ron! Never… I trust you… I really do…"
"I don't think you do," Ron replied stoically. "I know I can't be trusted with some things, like how to handle money, or to get good grades, or take on the bad guys, or even to get into a good college." He eyed her carefully as her eyes were filled with terror. "But one thing I thought I could trust myself with, was to be a good friend."
"I do… Ron, believe me, I do trust you," Kim insisted, close to tears, "You... You're the only reason I succeed in missions... And..." she looked down, wanting to say more but her constricting throat betrayed her into silence.
"Then tell me one thing, Kimberly," Ron demanded. "Tell me one thing, why didn't you confront me first? Why didn't you ask me, before attacking Shego?"
"I…" Her voice faltered, as she choked back a sob. "Ron… Please…"
"So you don't trust me," Ron concluded for her.
She wanted nothing more at that moment than to hold him, and show him that she trusted him. Yet the mere arms length between them felt like a widening chasm, and Kim had never felt more alone in her entire life. She wanted to cry, beg and scream, and deny it all, but it was useless; she knew he was right.
"Ron…" Kim blinked back her tears, as she said jerkily. "You're right… I don't trust you... Because... Because..." she looked down from his eyes, her voice coming out as a bare whisper, "Because I can't trust myself... I'm sorry."
Ron stared wordlessly at her, his eyes hard and scrutinizing. He saw the tears she had fought streaming down her face after her strange admission, an admission that caught him completely off guard, and finally his expression softened. He reached up a hand to her cheek, and brushed away a tear with his thumb. In a pained voice he whispered to her, "Kim, please don't cry."
She grabbed his hand tightly and pressed it hard against her face, cherishing his touch which she felt she would never feel again. "Ron?" she leaned forward a little, and found herself falling into his open arms. She instantly inhaled, letting his scent flood her being again, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder as she wiped her tear-stained face on the front of his shirt. And she quietly sobbed, as she felt two large hands reach around her to hold her and gently stroke her hair.
"Kim… I'm sorry, but…" Ron murmured gently to her. "I had to let you know how angry I was. You could have come and talked to me, you could have let me know what's really bothering you. You know me; I'm always there for you, no matter what. So why didn't you let me help you? Why can't you trust me?"
Kim shut her eyes tight as she held on to her boyfriend. She just didn't quite know which one would hurt him more, her refusal to answer his question, or the truth that she was afraid that he'd hate her. "Ron… I can't…"
"Kim," his chest heaved heavily, before pushing her away from him slightly. She paled when she saw his face looking at her as though he was being burnt alive. "So… You still don't trust me."
Her heart broke for the second time that day, as a real physical pain clutched her chest and threatened to tear her apart from in the inside. "Ron…" her voice squeaked out in fear, as she bit her lower lip until she tasted a coppery tang in her mouth. "I… I can't tell you…"
"Kim!" Ron bellowed in anger. "What's wrong with you? This secret of yours almost broke us up! Almost, Kim! I have a good mind to walk out right now…"
"Ron, please don't!" Kim cried out in panic. "Please… Listen to me… Don't… Please… I need you… I need you… Don't leave me…" Her terror-stricken voice left the blond speechless, rooting him in place. Fresh tears were streaming down the side of her face, as she pleaded with him to stay.
"I'm sorry, Kim…" Ron whispered, as he reached out to hold her against his chest again. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm… I'm sorry… I just can't help it… I'm so angry… Not at you really but at myself. I should have seen how much you were hurting; I should have known you needed me. It's just… I'm angry at myself that I wasn't there to help you."
Kim quietly tried to quell her sobs, as she felt soothed by the rumbling of Ron's voice in his chest. With each passing moment, she felt a little calmer, a little more in control. "Ron?" She quietly whispered into his shirt.
"Yeah, KP?"
"What if I were to tell you that I'm scared… No, terrified of losing you?" Kim hesitantly spoke in a muffled voice. "What if… What if something... Happened... And you didn't love me anymore?"
"Kim," Ron called her softly. "I could never not love you. You're my best friend and my girlfriend. You're the most important person in the world to me."
"But… What if… I wasn't a virgin?" Kim asked softly, as she braced herself for the rejection that would ensue.
"What?" Ron exploded in shock as he grabbed Kim by her shoulders. "KP? Did I come too late to save you? Oh my god, KP, I'm sorry… I'm such a bad boyfriend… I'm…"
"No, Ron…" Kim cut off his tirade suddenly with a finger on his lips. A weak smile formed as she felt for the first time, that her fears were unwarranted. "Ron, you came just in time… You saved me. You really did save me."
"Then?" Ron asked confusedly. "Why did you ask something like that?"
"Just because…" Kim started, as she looked into those brown eyes. "Just because I thought you'd hate me if something had happened to me."
"Kim…" Ron spoke clearly, his tone angry again, but a more subdued anger this time. "I could never hate you... Never! Especially when it's not your fault... I'm just… I just wished you'd have a little more faith in me. Kim, I believe in you… I believe you are the girl who could do anything. I just wish you could believe in me that same way too…"
Kim hung her head guiltily. As much as she feared Ron rejecting her would hurt, the look of disappointment in his eyes crushed her completely. "Ron, I... I'm really, truly sorry," Kim apologized again. "I should have known better… Next time, I promise."
"Next time?"
The finality in his voice made her turn cold, as she looked up fearfully. "Ron?" She asked, terrified of his next words.
"How about now, KP?" Ron replied, with a soft smile, his regular smile returning to his features.
"Now is good," Kim found herself returning his smile easily, as a great weight lifted off her shoulders. "Now's good…" She snuggled easily into his arms, finally allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief. As he held her in his arms, she wondered just how silly she'd been. She'd almost lost him. Almost… "Ron?"
"Uh huh?" Ron grunted.
"Could you please…" Kim asked softly. "Do... Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Beautiful?" Ron furrowed his brow as he thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if that word quite cut it to describe you… You make the word beautiful look plain."
Kim stifled a giggle as she gazed lovingly at her boyfriend. "Then how would you describe me?"
"I don't know, KP," Ron shrugged as he returned her gaze. "I'm not sure if there's even a word to describe how badical you look to me. I might just need to invent one… Way better than badical, way better than bondiggity… Even more awesome than awesomesauce, and wonderful than wunderbar… It's definitely somewhere in the same galaxy as bodacious and badilicious…"
Kim smiled to herself as she listened to her boyfriend ramble in his own characteristically nonsensical way, but it made perfect sense to her. In his own Ron way of doing things, he was trying to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
And she believed him.
"Sheegsy, do you have to go now?" Dr. Drakken asked plaintively as watched his lover dressing hurriedly.
"Drew, we already discussed this," the mint-hued woman said with an exasperated sigh, smiling at the naked blue-skinned man in her bed. "If you want me to get this done, and done quietly, I have to case the place some more, right? Especially if Team Possible is to be kept out of the loop!"
"Yes, I know, but... I haven't seen you in almost two weeks!" he whined, pouting in a surprisingly effective manner.
The mint-hued woman stopped in the middle of clasping her bra, smiling at him before sauntering over in an overtly sexual manner, "Well, you can help me dress so we both have something to look forward to when I steal those super conductors from the space center..." she said, turning her still mostly naked body towards the scientist.
"Oh... Very well," he said in a put out tone, his smile ruining the effect. He reached up to trace his fingertips along the firm flesh of his lover, before grasping the ends of her bra and drawing them together in a slow, deliberate manner. He slid the straps of her bra up and traced his fingers down across her shoulders and around to caress her ample breasts through the frilly lace bra she now wore.
"Ooo, you would tease me like this!" she moaned, turning to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. After several long moments, she reached out and grabbed her panties, pulling back from the kiss she so desired to slide her feet into them.
"You know it, my beautiful Sheegsy," he whispered hotly, moving her fingers from the panties and turning her so he could slide them up her long, athletic legs. "So... When are you going to get the materiel I need from the space center?"
"Next week, at the latest," she choked out as his fingers caressed her through the material of her panties. "Probably on Friday, since that's the homecoming game and dance. That way, the security will lightest since so many personnel will go watch the game, and then go home and wait for their kids to get back home from the dance..." She shot a hand out to stop his fingers, her breathing heavy and quick, "Drew, baby, please..." she begged in a sultry whisper, "I'm going to have to change these if you keep that up!"
"Oh, really?" he asked as he raised the hand she wasn't holding to brush her cheek. "Oh, well... I guess this will give me time to do some work, yes?"
"Yes, Drewbie..." she smiled, "And when I get back, your plan will nearly be complete, right?"
"Yes... Just make sure that no one knows it's you, my dear..." he warned softly, drawing her in for a goodbye kiss.
"Don't worry," the mint-hued thief promised, "They'll have no idea what happened until the next day!" She slowly leaned into Drakken and caressed her lips with his, before standing slowly to complete dressing, giving the blue-skinned scientist a show he thoroughly enjoyed while she did so. "And after I get back... Before you get to busy with that device... But until then, I have to go and make sure I haven't compromised my cover..." She winked as she pulled on her top, her smile dazzling in the dim light of her bedroom.
Author's Notes
Hmm... I think I've written enough so that no one wants to read any more Author's Notes. Besides, we're all looking forward to the Fannies right?