AN: Attention my good faithful readers: The supreme StarvingLunatic created Isabel and Jason Gooding! And the names of the awesome Gooding family!
This chapter is going to begin with the Kim/Shego fluff! Yes! And you will see later on how that affects our story here.
The title of this story is actually based off of an amazing song and I give cookies to anyone who knows said song: S.O.S. (Anything But Love) [Featuring: Cristina Scabbia] Artist: Apocalyptica
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does. Nor do I own the Gooding family, StarvingLunatic does…I don't really own anything it seems.
Chapter 4: Omelets and Long Walks
Two weeks have gone by…two excruciating long weeks and I have yet been able to come in any sort of contact with my family or friends. Security was tight; Alicia kept an intelligent sharp eye on my every move, almost as if Big Brother were watching me, and Shego? Well…I haven't had the opportunity to really talk to Shego, let alone see her…She was always busy, whether it was due to the fact that my "mistress" was indeed the heir to the throne or she was avoiding me…
On the other hand and happier note (which was sarcasm my friends) the Gooding family was one word: nuts! A crazy nuts! I mean the eldest brother is, in my opinion, a complete and utter jerk, while the father and the twins…I just shiver at the thought…
Kim's Second Meeting [Hego]
"Hurry along with the towels now, Kimberly! Madam loves fresh linen after her nice warm bath," Alicia softly called behind her, rushing ahead and down yet another hallway, with me on her tail trying to keep up to the best of my ability. Where did this woman even get her energy? She made me want to crawl into a hole and keel over from exhaustion.
All of a sudden, Alicia came to a harsh stop, head bowed forward, blond tendrils falling and framing her face, blue eyes focusing on the glistening white tiles under her shoe clad feet. She paused for a small moment, before her soft voice flittered through the air, "Master Hego, good morning."
I stared at the quite large man in front of Alicia and mine's presence; I mean, how could you not stare at someone that was that ripped and huge? An unexpected pain jolted through the left side of my body, tossing me out of my thoughts, as Alicia's bony elbows slammed into my ribs indicating for me to show my respect to the hulking man standing ahead of us. I quickly dipped my head into a low stoop, my red hair hitting and slapping annoyingly against my flushed face, embarrassingly stuttering out "M-master Hego."
The man nickname "Hego" yawned loudly with total boredom and waved his hand, indicating to Alicia and me that he noticed our presence. Stretching out his massive back, he sent a small glance into my general direction before rudely grunting out, "Hmm, at least you have some dignity and respect, Miss Gooding. It seems Alicia here is teaching you well." Snobbishly, he took his "grand" leave; chin held up high with an air of cockiness to his stride.
Watching his retreating form, I couldn't help but flick him the bird. Bad habits die hard, so they say.
Kim's meeting [King/Wegos]
"Miss Kim, please remember to stand up straighter and no slumping, that's bad posture," Alicia hastily whispered at my slouching lazy form.
I groaned my feet were already killing me, not to mention I really wanted my bed right now and tugged lazily on the blonde's sleeve, whining quietly, "How much longer?"
"Until all of the Masters are seated."
I gave a nod of understanding and took up some of my time by looked around the grand dining room, taking in its unconditional beauty; gorgeous angelic paintings hung on each and every wall, every one of the cherubic faces' gazes were unblinking, holding peace and a silent promise of tranquility…something I was totally lacking at this time. A small trickling beatific fountain had been placed near the large glorious windows overlooking the vast acres of land the Gooding family owned, followed by four huge white ceramic pillars that had been artistically distributed evenly in all four of the corners. You know what? It reminded me of Caesar's Place in Viva Las Vegas.
Suddenly the oak doors jolted open as Isabel made her entrance and swiftly glided in. She sent a polite smile to every one of the help, maids and butlers and cooks, while making her way over to her seat at the head of the table near the windows. An older maid, I believe Alicia told me her name was Elis, quickly moved over to the Queen and scooted the chair out for the majesty. Isabel quietly said her thanks and resumed her smiling and greetings around the rest of the room…that was…until her potent sharp eyes connected to my fidgeting form.
Silently, a knowing smile slowly seeped and spread its way across the woman's godlike face, eyes holding a spark of recognition and a mysterious mischief. Folding her hands to the front of her, Isabel continued to observe me, thus consequently, causing most of the other help to also turn their attention my way, curious as to why the Queen was so interested in me, a lonely miserable maid. I could hear rapid whispers being said from all around the echoing vast room, as some even had the nerve to point a blunt finger into my general direction.
Finally, Isabel removed her gaze and utmost consideration when the doors jerked open and a large man who looked almost like a clone of Hego strutted in. Grumbling, he plopped himself down in his seat, across from Isabel on the complete opposite side of the long oak table, eyes staring intently down into the empty polished silver dish placed in front of his ignorant form.
Silence, filtered the room, an uncanny and absolute silence. Everyone was patiently waiting for him to speak. At long last, the man looked up and looked at the Queen who had taken up her time by leaning forward on her tangled hands, gazing emotionlessly at her husband, eyebrows narrowed in contemplation, lips pursed. Blinking, oblivious to his wife's expression, the massive man cleared his throat, and called out in a booming voice, "I'm hungry."
Breaking from her small trance, Isabel snorted and rolled her eyes. Flipping her raven hair behind her, she lounged back and crossed her legs, glaring the man down heatedly and languidly, "Aren't we all. That's why we have dinner, Jason."
Jason's face scrunched up in distaste at Isabel's crude answer. Hands crossing over his chest in front of him, deep blue eyes meeting his wife's in a silent battle, he snappily answered, "Why must you be so sarcastic, Isabel?"
The woman shrugged and completely shrugged him off as if he were nothing but a nuisance to her highness. Turning and looking over at Elis, Isabel sweetly asked, "Where are my brats, I mean, children?"
Elis bowed her head and stridently replied, "The last I heard, they are heading their way here as we speak."
Nodding, Isabel grudgingly mumbled, "Taking their damn good time aren't they?" She then looked back across the table at Jason's pouting form. Smirking, the intensity of trouble in her gaze brightening with every passing second, she called cooingly out, "Honey, I would like you to meet someone." Her eyes traveled back over into my general direction, a Cheshire grin making its profound appearance on her pale face.
That caught the big guy's interest. His head rose up, as he cocked it to the side in confusion and awareness, "And who, may I be so bold to ask the majesty, is that?"
As her mouth opened preparing to sharply reply the doors tore open as the "kids" entered, one by one. First stalked in Hego, arrogance and all, followed by the bored looking Mego, then two bouncing kids, I presumed as the "twins" or Wegos, and then lastly...her. Shego strolled in and took her seat closest to the nearest exit, next to her mother, way across from my standing form.
Clutching tightly to the bottom of my God awful French maid's uniform, I quietly hoped she would give recognition and attention to my nervous, probably sweating, form. I needed some hint of encouragement from her, comfort really but…I was sadly disappointed. Shego didn't even so much as bat a long black eyelash into my general direction and instead staring down into her pale green hands seated in her lap.
Isabel glanced considerately around the table at her family, taking in and examining each and everyone, "Now that we are all here," another quick look, "finally," the Wegos snickered at her sarcastic remark while Hego and Jason shook their heads, arms still folded across their broach chest, "I would like you all to meet someone." Ah! There goes Shego's attention. The woman's head quickly snapped up, body becoming rigid as she glared darkly at her mother.
Ignoring her daughter's soundless deadly threats, Isabel stood and ushered me over to her. Hesitantly, I approached. With a tender touch, Isabel wrapped a thin reassuring arm around my stiff shoulders, as she proudly announced, "I would like all of you to please give a warm welcome to our new maid, Miss Kimberly Ann Gooding."
I swallowed, hands still tightly clenched on the ends of my dress, forcing my whole body to stutter out a, "P-pleased to meet y-you all!"
I daringly glanced up at the Gooding family. Mego simply nodded, Hego made a face, Jason stared cautiously, Isabel grinned, the Wegos looked me up and down, feral grins spreading across their faces, and Shego…well Shego stared intently into my olive eyes…
All I could feel was coldness.
"A Gooding?" Jason asked perplexed. He unconsciously leaned forward in his seat and soundly stated, "What side of the family?"
Isabel smiled and instantly got down to explaining the details of dear old Aunt Margaret's terrible marriage with Uncle Victor.
One of the Wegos continued to grin, as he licked his lips and yelled out, "Why don't you be my maid? You could help me in my room alright!" He winked. My face grew even redder than what is was before.
The other Wego ran a hand through his hair, fixing himself up a little, and stated, "I would rather prefer her to help out in my room naked as the day she was born! I'll bend her over and-"
Something slammed hard against the old table. A heavy chair tumbled and flung uncaringly across the wooden floors. My eyes darted over to the noise as Isabel came to a halt in her tale, dark eyes darting over to the interrupting culprit of her practiced speech. Shego had taken a stance, a hand holding up a bright flaring green flame, a look of pure anger and rage warping her exotic features, "Walter! Wallace! Don't you even fucking think about her in that revolting manner!" She leaned across the table, causing the two adolescent boys to swallow and glanced fleetingly away. I could see the sweat forming on their brows. Nevertheless, Shego was definitely not finished with them.
With an animalistic growl, the flame grew wilder and taller, emerald eyes ablaze with unadulterated menace, voice booming with abhorrence, "You fucking touch her and I will cut off your fucking balls and nail them to the front door as our new fucking door knocker, you hear me?" a whine escaped from one of their parted lips, the twins shaking in sheer fear.
Hurriedly, Isabel took action. With only the touch a mother could have at a tense time like this, she gently called out, "Shego, why don't you go eat in your room? I'll have Elis bring you up a plate."
Shego was breathing heavily now, eyes still locked on their features refusing to budge of take heed to her ignored words.
Observing her daughter's apparent seeping fury, Isabel took another course of action and nodded to Elis, "Please lead her out."
The older woman gave a stern nod and took a hold of one of Shego's arms, pulling ever so slightly, whispering into the green woman's ear. Shego blinked once, twice, a few more times then slowly turned, flame flicking off, and stormed out of the room, taking her leave.
When the doors slammed to a complete shut behind her only daughter, Isabel looked over at the still frightened boys, shook her head and snapped her fingers. Two butlers instantly appeared behind the two, simultaneously raised their arms and smacked both of them across the backs of their craniums. Crying out, they clutched their heads painfully and loudly whined a shrill, "MOMMY!"
Isabel held up a finger at them and strictly chided, "You deserved that, speaking so ill of Kim…how disrespectful! I did not teach you two to behave in such a disgusting manner!"
The two bowed their heads in shame. Staring intently at their shoes, they softly mumbled out an, "I'm sorry…"
"Oh no! Don't say that to me, say that to poor Kimberly!"
The Wegos glanced over at me and mumbled out, "I'm sorry, Kim…"
I smiled sheepishly and waved it off. Hey I was kind of flattered, "No big, I have twin brothers back at home who act like you guys."
Isabel raised an eyebrow and sent me a questioning gaze, "Twin brothers? I did not know you had brothers, Kimberly."
I scratched the back of my head as an imaginative itch formed, "W-well…you never asked, Madam."
"True," Isabel held her hands out and calmly asked, "Now then, shall we eat?"
That woman was scary.
…Scratch that…the whole family was scary.
End of Kim's POV
KIGO
The next day after that lovely dinner…
It was the start of a new day, as Shego awoke from her deep slumber, stretching and cracking her back in the process. Swinging her legs around to the side of the bed, she glanced tiredly around and took notice of a stream if blinding sunlight slid through the barely closed curtains. Midday, great.
Getting up, Shego slowly and groggily walked over to her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Yanking at her sleep wear, which consisted of a black tank top and tight black shorts, Shego's emerald orbs trailed over to the long narrow mirror. A grin gradually made its way onto her lips on taking in her sight, "Looking good."
A knock sounded tossing her from her admiration of her body as Alicia stuck her head in and smiled, "You're up earlier than I expected, Madam. Might I add you, look stunning as ever."
"Cut the small talk and flattery, Alicia, what's up?"
"Seems the Majesty wishes to have a word with you…again," a gulp escaped from the woman's throat in hopes the Queen in training wouldn't make a big fuss and cause unneeded chaos…again.
To her delighted surprise, Shego gave a nod and an "okay" before finished getting dressed and leaving, not even a complaint to be muttered.
The doors creaked open with Shego calmly bounding in, calling out, "What's up, Mommy?"
Isabel raised an eyebrow at Shego's giddiness, before shaking her head dismissing the thought, that wasn't the important thing right this minute. Smiling at her daughter, she sweetly replied, "I have a favor to ask."
Shego's eyebrow's furrowed together knowing very well what was coming. Placing her hands on her nice sculpted hips, she darkly asked, "What?"
Isabel smirked, that's the daughter she knew, "I was hoping you would be able to attend a banquet tonight…"
"What for?"
"…a get together."
"…Fuck no."
"Shego-"
"No!"
"Listen to me, it won't be that bad."
"Still a fucking no!"
"Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but I fucking said you're going, so guess what? You're fucking going!" Isabel snarled, lips pulled back baring her teeth. I was like fucking déjà vu all over again! Standing up, the woman pointed a white slender finger at her sulking companion. Never once lowering her voice, she spoke in disdain and anger, "You need to find a fucking suitor, Shego! I would prefer it to be rather soon. Betty has already found a very nice match and you will most certainly meet him tonight! I swear to fucking God if you even think about ditching or missing this meeting I will fucking beat the living shit out of you!" Collapsing into her seat she let out a sigh and with her eyes tightly shut, mumbled to herself, "Calm yourself, Isabel…just calm down…Deep soothing breaths-"
"Why?"
Stopping her little mantra, Isabel gazed up into her daughter's face in pure confusion. 'Why?' she thought to herself in wonder, what kind of question is that?
Noticing her mother's perplexed state of mind Shego sadly mumbled out, "Why must I do this?" She ran a hand forcefully through her hair, in hopes it might soothe the beast within from lashing out at the moment, "Why must I fucking be the heir?"
"Shego…" Isabel quickly stood up and walked around her desk. Coming into a halt in front of her daughter, she softly took Shego's hands tightly and surly in hers, "…You know why. We have been over this time and time again. You were born into this. This is your duty of a Gooding woman and-"
Roughly, Shego yanked her hands away from her mothers and glared darkly, "I fucking know." She spun around on her heel and stalked towards the doorway in frustration. Before the doors closed behind her, the green woman growled out, "I'll fucking be there tonight. Don't you worry your pretty little head, Mommy." The doors slammed shut.
Isabel bowed her head and sighed, if only her daughter would just accept her role. Walking back over to her desk, she folded her hands behind her back and stared out in conjecture into the colorful garden below from the large glass paned window. Taking a deep breath she thought back to the time when her mother forced her to meet men for the "good of the kingdom". She knew how it felt to be forced into something, and oh, how she wanted to help her daughter seek eternal happiness…but this was her job, this was her life.
Watching the gardeners hurriedly and professionally do their trained profession in her garden, Isabel's eyes glazed over in reminiscence…
The first time she had been forced to meet a man with the capacity and structure of a king, she had scared the shit out of him, cussing him out for all he was worth, holding a butter knife up to his thin scrawny neck in pure scorn. The guards had to literally yank her off of him, as her mother had grabbed her arm and dragged her from the room. She was lectured and punished of course.
The next time she met a nuisance, known as man, she vomited in front of him after he had kissed her hand and began to read that God awful sap poetry. He ran out of there heavily sick to his humble stomach. Again she had the lecture and a punishment.
Over and over she had sent men away, screaming, crying, running, everything you could think of, and she thought she had gotten rid of all of her "suitors"…that was…until she met Jason. The man had walked in, stubborn as an ox one find day and made his way up to Isabel's bedroom where, earlier that evening, she had refused to come down and speak with him. Upon arriving at his destination, Jason cleared his throat, then took his heavy riding boot, acquired a deep weighty breath and slammed it vehemently against the bedroom door, causing it to knock down and rip off its hinges. He then straightened his clothes, strutted into her chamber, looked her straight in the eyes and tenaciously said, "We are getting married. End of story." Isabel had fallen in love at first sight.
So here Isabel was, happily (sometimes) married, four beautiful children and a perfect life, well, in some ways. And now, all the Queen really wanted in her wild life was for her dearest daughter to experience the love she felt, to understand love at first sight or even just love in general…now if only Shego was not as stubborn as Jason or even her for that matter…
Another question slowly arose…Why had Shego become so angry at her siblings' comments fired towards the young red head? Unless…Fuck.
KIGO
Kim gave a tired yawn as she leisurely made her way down the hallways from her and Alicia's shared bedroom. Her goal: breakfast. Sniffing the air, drool began to form on the side of her lips, the delicious aroma of pancakes, eggs and bacon calling to her hungry stomach. Pushing open the kitchen door, she came to the shocking sight of seeing none other than Shego, sitting tiredly at the small table located in the corner of the kitchen. She seemed to be in a state of distress, poking her eggs with her utensil, unbeknownst to Kim's presence.
Clearing her throat, Kim approached and gently tapped Shego on her shoulders, while muttering out, "S-Shego?"
The woman jumped a bit in fright, and snapped her head around, eyes wide in fear. Taking in Kim's presence, she sighed in relief and went back to stabbing and massacring her breakfast, "What do ya want, Pumpkin?"
A smile made its way onto Kim's face; it was the first time in awhile that Shego had spoken to her in a friendly matter of sorts, "Actually…I'm here for breakfast."
Glancing over her shoulder, Shego gave a small snort and stated, "Hate to burst your bubble, but breakfast ended three hours ago. The only way you're getting something to eat is if you make it yourself."
Sending a fleeting look at the stove, Kim gulped nervously and took up her habit of clutching the bottom ruffles of her dress. Biting her bottom lip, she tentatively mumbled, "I-I am an awful cook…"
"So?" the green woman grudgingly asked still butchering her scrambled eggs with her fork.
"Um…Can you cook me something?"
"The cereal's on the shelf, to the right."
"…I don't want cereal…"
Shego stopped her actions and raised an eyebrow in interest, was the red head actually talking back to her? Her of all people? "What was that, Pumpkin?"
Kim folded her arms in front of her and muttered, "I don't want cereal…"
A large grin began to spread its way across Shego's face, oh, this was definitely interesting. Usually no one spoke to her in that manner let alone ask her for a favor. Pumpkin was sure an interesting one alright. Getting up, Shego turned and look at the younger pouting girl, in wonder, "Are you talking back to me?"
A small smirk played its way onto Kim's lips. Putting her hands on her hips, mocking Shego's famous pose, she leaned forward and sharply stated, "Yes, I am." Taking a thin finger, she prodded it into Shego's sternum and harshly said, "You're the one who got me into this mess! It's the least you could do…and not to mention, I'm hungry!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess, but this isn't some kind of trashy restaurant in the suburbs!" Walking across the kitchen, the actual "Princess" lifted an apron off its hook and tossed it to the flustered Kim, "Here! Make it yourself!"
Looking down at the white apron in her hands, the red head sighed, well, she had warned Shego. Tying it onto her slim form, she made her way across the kitchen and to the recipe books lined on the nearby shelves, 'I might as well attempt to make an omelet…' Reaching into the large metallic fridge she removed three eggs, a gallon of two percent milk, and butter. Opening the pantry she retrieved a small bowl, picked up an egg, and slammed said egg off the side causing it to not just crack, but burst open. "Dang…" Kim mumbled, dumping the destroyed egg, shell and all, into the garbage and reaching into the fridge for yet another one.
Meanwhile, Shego took up her time by leaning against the stone counter watching Kim work. Shaking her head as yet again Kim horribly cracked an egg, she called out, "Fail much?"
"I-I'm trying!" Kim kept repeating her mistake over and over, face heating up in embarrassment, "I-I'm really trying here…Madam."
Grumbling, Shego pushed off her perch, walked over and plucked the fresh egg from Kim's fingers. Reaching over, she grabbed the bowl, pulled it close and with a smooth expert style, tapped the egg against its side. A soft "Crack!" sounded all around the room, as the perfect yellow egg yolk slid smoothly from its bright white shell, landing in the container underneath. Grinning triumphantly, Shego handed the bowl back to red head, and braggingly said, "Here. That's how you crack an egg, Pumpkin."
A blush of embarrassment spread across Kim's cheeks. Looking down into the small basin, she muttered out a, "T-thank you…but I didn't need your help!" Stubbornly, she yet again picked up an egg…and ruined it. Epic fail.
Sighing, the older woman placed a hand on her hips and sent Kim a look full of hidden victory, "Can't cook, Cupcake?" Her grin widened, upon Kim looking obstinately down into her soon to be "meal", fingers turning a pale white, due to the pressure she exerted on the wooden bowl's sides, "Well, I could help you…but then again it's too much fun to watch you plain old suck."
Growling in annoyance, the young girl, reached out, grabbed the whisk and began whisking for all she was worth, while snarling out a, "I'll show you, Madam. Oh, I'll definitely show you!"
A chuckle escaped from Shego's parted lips. Shaking her head, she pushed herself upright and headed towards the exit calling behind her, "I'll be back to check on you in a few. I need my nail file. This might take a while."
"Take your time! No need to rush!" the young girl barked back, eyebrows furrowed in a deep concentration.
Shego smiled at Kim's display of aggravation. Heck she really needed that after her morning's conversation with the royal pain in the ass. Pushing the doors open, she quickly head to her room, in search for her precious nail file. Jogging in, Shego lifted it off her dresser and dashed out, hurrying back to the poor girl in the kitchen.
As she made her way back, she couldn't help but feel something prick at the back of her neck…almost as if to realize that leaving Kim was a bad idea…oh shit. Taking off at a racing speed, the pale green woman darted through the hallways in terror, 'Shit! Something could have happened to her!' That's when it hit her, a giant ball of smoke, slammed into her form causing her to cough and wheeze for fresh air. Hurriedly, while still hacking, she lifted her arm, covering her nose and mouth and kicked the door open, calling out, "Pumpkin, you okay?"
She listened intently, as a raspy, "Yeah!" answered, followed by a fit of coughs.
Running towards the voice, Shego shouted, "Where are you?"
"Over here!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
"Where?"
"Right here, Shego!"
A pause, "…Where?"
"For the love of…stay right where you are, Shego!" a rustling sounded from Shego's right, as a hand darted out clasping onto the older woman's arm, "Lead the way!"
Nodding, even though she was sure Kim would not be able to see through all the thick black smoke, Shego let her natural instincts lead the way out of the total black out known as the previous kitchen to her home. Slamming open the swinging doors, both woman fell to ground panting and gasping, fresh air slapping into their lungs, while the Hallelujah chorus played in their mind's eye. Glancing over into the red head's direction, Shego roared, "ALL THIS OVER A FUCKING OMELET?"
"I warned you!" Kim got up and balled her fist, tears of exasperation forming in her wide bloodshot olive eyes, face covered in smudge due to her previous mistake, "I told you! I'm so sorry!"
Standing as well, Shego sighed and held her hands up in a gentle notion, ignoring the people scurrying around trying to put out the small fire, "It's fine…my fault for not listening to you…but seriously, Pumpkin, an omelet?"
Bowing her head in shame Kim muttered out a sad, pathetic, "Yeah," before suddenly lunging forward and wrapping her thin arms tightly around Shego's waste, tears streaming down her flushed face, "I'm sorry!" Burying her face into the taller woman's stomach she kept on crying out, "I'm sorry!"
"Hey, I already told ya its fine," Shego replied, soothingly patting Kim on her back, a blush tingeing her cheeks due to the close proximity the two were in, "It will be alri-"
"What the fuck is going on?"
'Shit,' Shego looked over her shoulder, taking in Isabel's exasperated form, followed by a stunned Elis and Alicia, "Had a little accident."
"No shit, Shego!" the woman stalked forward, more than unhappy by the look on her face, "I'm just confused as to why I'm looking at a now perfectly destroyed kitchen!"
"An omelet."
A blink, "A…what?"
"An omelet."
"…You're joking right?"
"…I wish I was."
A small hiccup sounded from the sobbing Kim, her voice feebly calling out, "I'm so sorry!"
To everyone's absolute surprise, Isabel began to laugh, loudly for the whole mansion to hear. Tears began forming in her dark eyes, as she clutched her stomach and shouted, "A fucking omelet? Holy shit that's priceless!" Walking over to her daughter and the now shocked Kim, the woman grinned, "Don't worry about…I fucking hated that kitchen, it was Jason's design. He's awful when it comes to home improvements."
"Mommy?"'
"What? I did," the woman ideally sucked at her bottom lip, watching as the fire department tugged in the hose, spraying the flames down, "I always had an issue with the kitchen…thanks Kimberly!"
"…Your…welcome?" the girl sniffled, confused and shocked at the same time.
"Well," Isabel sighed and shook her head, "I hate to say this…but we are going to have to call off that meeting Shego. There's no chance in hell I'm having guest over now!"
A smirk spread across Shego's face, "That's awesome news!"
Waving that remark off, Isabel turned her attention back to the help loitering nearby, shouting, "What are you lazy dumbasses doing? Help out!"
After a few moments, Kim glanced up into Shego's face and softly asked, "Madam?"
Shego, startled from her thoughts, gazed down at the smaller girl, "Uh, yeah?"
"C-can you let go of me?"
"Oh! Right," releasing the red head, Shego nervously scratched the back of her head, "S-sorry there."
"No big," Kim fixed her skirt, face still very red from all of this action happening around, "I-I'm just going to go see if they need help…"
"Yeah…you should do that…" an idea struck in Shego's head. Reaching out at Kim's retreating form, she snatched onto the girl's arm and began to dart down the hall, away from the drama.
"S-Shego? What the heck are you doing?" Kim yelled, tripping over her feet, trying her best to keep up with Shego's long strides.
"What does it look like, Pumpkin? Leaving!" She slammed open another door, bolting down another narrow hallway, dragging a complaining Kim behind her. She then stopped, looked around for a moment, then softly opened yet another door, sneaking in and locking it behind her. They were now in what Kim believed, a library.
The young college student glanced around awkwardly, taking in the tall stacks and shelves of leather bound books. Turning to face, the grinning older woman she asked, "What are we doing here?"
Rolling her eyes, Shego walked around Kim's flabbergasted form, and glided over to a nearby shelf stocked head to toe with hundred of books. Taking a hardback off of its certain spot on said shelf, she opened it up, looked inside, and pressed a small red button nestled tightly inside the yellowed pages. A soft creak sounded, as the wall beside the shelf opened up, revealing a small passage. Grinning, the green skinned woman walked over and held a hand out to stunned young woman, "Come on, Pumpkin, you had to know that this would happen!"
"I-It's so…cliché," Kim breathed, staring at the tiny secret doorway.
"I was hoping for cool…eh, oh well," Shego reached out and snatched one of the red head's hands. Smiling, she chuckled as they descended into the passageway, while calling behind her, "Watch your step!"
Kim nodded, but since karma can be a bitch, she tripped anyways. Sensing Kim's small dilemma, Shego spun around on her heel and opened her arms, snatching Kim from the air, holding the girl close. Kim sighed in relief, a blush tingeing her cheeks as her cheek was placed ideally on Shego's generous bosom. Swallowing, the red head bit her lip, nevertheless, snarling angrily to herself, 'Get a hold of yourself, Possible! That's the person who caused you all this hell…and a woman!' "Um…thanks, Madam…"
"Call me, Shego, Pumpkin." The older woman could feel the heat scorching through her face.
When Kim was able to stand on her own, she smoothed out her dress and asked, "Can't you call me, Kim?"
"No can do, Kimmie," Shego smirked, again resuming walking through the dimly lit tunnel, "You're not my boss. And besides," she glanced superlatively over her shoulder, "I like calling you by your nicknames."
Making a face at Shego's back, the girl grumbled, "Doesn't mean I like them…" The rest of the way was met with a comfortable silence.
KIGO
A light shimmered from up ahead. Kim's olive eyes traced the shape of what appeared to be a door's frame, while asking in baited breath, "Where are we going?"
Shego did not reply, and instead slid the door opened and stepped through, holding it open for the astounded red head in her wake. They appeared at what to be a meadow of some sorts; colorful flowers littered the lush green grass. A glistening river flowed dreamily by the two, with trees placed all around. Upon further inspection, if one turned to look where they had come from, they would notice the large mansion seated far away, on its own hillside. "Mad- I mean…Shego, where are we?"
"My secret spot," the older woman took a deep breath, her lips pulling back into a cheeky grin. Nudging Kim, she led the way down closer to the clean water and halted.
Turning, the green woman, smirked and began to strip off her clothes. Kim quickly took notice, as she barked out, "W-what are you doing?"
"What does it look like, Kimmie," Shego flipped her long thick black locks behind her, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight, "We are going for a fucking swim. Now strip!"
AN: and that ends this chapter.
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