Nov. 17th, 2018

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No One's Perspective-

They cackled as a rope crashed through the ceiling, creating a quick exit. Kim scowled, then bolted towards the center of the lobby. She didn't have time to deal with these petty bandits. Quickly, she shouted over her shoulder, "Ron! Your pistol!"

The blond jerked his attention to the ceiling. "Where?" She threw a small, purple canister, and Ron then understood. In a flash, he raised the firearm and two shots rang in the air. The first missed, instead alarming the goons as they climbed the rope. The second one, however, lead to a quaking explosion, snapping the rope and sending the three men down the floor. Dashing towards the pile of groans, Ron watched as Kim grappled her way to the roof, surely meeting with the last bandit. He assumed that the bandit was sprinting across the roof based on the heavy thumps and crashes.

Ron turned to the three goons, who swore under their breaths. "I'll be taking that, thank-you," he muttered as Rufus jumped off of his shoulder to snatch a bag of gems and jewelry from their clutches. With a horrendous smack from above, he looked to the sky. "K.P? Everything good?"

Her head popped out from the side of the hole. "Yeah. Just knocked him out," she called.

He chuckled. "With what?"

"Trash lid."

"Jesus, K.P! When you said you wanted this done quick, I didn't think you'd get like that!" It wasn't long until Kim Possible was back down in the lobby, with the fourth bandit taken care of. And not a spell of time thereafter, she was on the Kimmunicator, sighing in disappointment.

"Honestly, Kim, we're probably just going to have to wait until it opens. Everything seems to have died down now so..."

"Well," she asked, somewhat hopeful, "when does it open?"

Wade double-checked his screen. "In just a few months. July 15th or 16th. It's not all that clear."

"Okay... Thanks Wade."

"No problem," he said before the screen blinked to black.

"Trying to get information, again?"

She nodded. "I don't get it? It's like they are waiting like us. Just...why?"

Ron shrugged and offered, "The casino is probably the best bet then." Kim pursed her lips, though murmured in agreement. "What?"

"I just...don't get it. That's all." Wiping the puzzled expression off her face, she turned to her friend with a grin. "Are you ready for the beach now?"

"Am I ever."

. . .

The sun beamed from high above the cloudless sky. The heat mixed with the fresh breeze from the water, Kim felt gleeful spending one of her last few weekends before summer break at the beach. The only thing that she needed was a drink. "I think there was one by the resort," Jason said, pointing to the left.

"I'll be back, you want anything?" she asked. Both Ron and Jason shook their heads. "'Kay, won't be long." As she trudged through the sand, filling between her toes, Kim saw a small hut serving food and drinks. The line wasn't long, to her surprise.

"Alright," the bartender directed to another customer as Kim walked towards the counter, "what do you want miss?"

"Just a margarita," a woman answered. Kim frowned. Her conscious was tugging.

"That all?" the man asked.

"Yes." There it was again: that honeyed voice, and then the husk. Where had she heard that before? She spared a look to her side, only to find a woman she didn't know. It didn't stop Kim from keeping an eye on her. The woman wasn't wearing an extravagant bathing suit, it was actually rather plain. Kim couldn't fathom why she couldn't stop blatantly staring, even if the black bikini was like what every other girl wore. Perhaps it was her smooth, tan skin, or the long black hair that flowed with volume. Her eyes snaked along a tattoo curiously; she'd never seen anything like it. It was just columns of tally marks that highlighted the curves of her body, which was something to be admired. Not ogling like the men at the bar, of course.

"Alright young lady." Kim jumped, and looked to the bartender. His gaze was barely able to take their eyes off of the woman as well. She couldn't blame him; Kim acknowledged the woman's beauty just as much. "What do you want?"

"Just a mango smoothie, please," she asked, adding a gentle, polite smile.

"Coming right up," he said with a nod. As he began to mix his drinks, Kim felt her eyes drift back towards the woman. She was momentarily stunned to find deep, unsettling hazel eyes analyzing her. Kim felt a small blush cross her cheeks. The woman wasn't beautiful. She was alluring. Captivating. With her strong features and body, Kim completely understood why everybody couldn't help but steal glances.

"What are you doing here at the beach?"

How could a question leave Kim suddenly speechless? "I... I'm here with my boyfriend," she stammered, "and...er, friend." The woman gave a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and cocked a brow. Somehow, Kim felt herself relax. The woman didn't seem so foreign anymore, nor as intimidating.

"Oh? That sounds nice. It's a good weekend to get out of the sun," the woman continued.

"Ma'am, here's your margarita," the bartender said, handing a glass over. The woman blinked towards Kim once again, and leaned closer to the man after a quick thought. She murmured quietly in his ear to which he looked between the two of them. He nodded and muttered, "Will do! Five more then." The woman set her cash down, and began to walk away. As she did so, once again Kim caught her eye. She winked. Kim remained puzzled as she watched the mysterious woman walk away, hips swaying enticingly.

"And here's your smoothie."

Kim jerked. "Oh, thanks! Here's—"

"Don't need to. That lady paid for it."

She frowned in puzzlement. "Oh...really? She—"

"Yup," the bartender chuckled. "Shoulda known. Didn't pay any mind to the other guys, but when a pretty lady like yourself comes." He finished with a round of soft laughs as her cheeks beamed red.

"Oh...she didn't need to... Thanks for the smoothie." She trudged back through the sand, sipping on the free drink. It tasted sweet, in short. Jason and Ron were both lazily sitting underneath the umbrella.

"Can I have some?"

She nodded, and handed the smoothie to Jason. "And you two can have some too," she muttered, answering Rufus' and Ron's unsaid plea.

"Thanks," they both said at once.

As Kim sat beside Jason—who handed the drink over—she noticed the few heads turning towards one direction. She didn't need to guess. The woman was lounging in her chair, sipping her margarita. From where she was, the ginger could barely make out the tattoo along her side. "Who's that babe?" a young man asked, chuckling with his friends. Both Ron and Jason turned towards the woman.

"What do you think?" Kim murmured quietly.

Jason shrugged. "Not my type. Especially compared to you." She smiled at his grin, and felt his lips briefly catch hers. For a fleeting moment, she wondered how the woman would feel... Kim immediately eradicated the thought from her mind.

"Yeah. I think she's kind of cute though," Ron said. He turned towards Kim with a bemused smirk. "What about you?"

"Oh...she's nice."

"You better start looking out, Jason!" Ron laughed.

Her cheeks flushed as she muttered, "N-no, I mean—" She turned to Jason, who teetered as well. "Seriously, I-I think she's nice. She paid for the drink."

"Really? That is nice," Jason approved. "Is she a friend?"

Kim shook her head. "No. But I did think she sounded familiar for a moment, like somebody from school?"

"Probably. Or somebody related. That and I've helped a lot of people around here."

"Could be why she gave you the smoothie," Ron said.

"Yeah!" Rufus agreed.

With one last look towards the woman, Kim bobbed her head. "Most likely," she murmured, her mystery solved. "Alright, who's ready to hit some waves?"

"Me!" Jason answered, smiling.

"I am!" Ron hopped up with Rufus on his shoulder.

Kim grinned. She couldn't think of a better, sunnier day than this to spend her weekend.

. . .

"And you let her go because...?"

"I don't know!" Drakken sighed, huffing as he slumped in his chair. Stag groaned, hands to his mask as he mirrored the doctor's posture. "I'm trying to call her now, and she won't pick up!"

"Maybe because she's on a fucking vacation you dumbass."

Dr. Drakken scowled. "She'll be back, okay? And she usually answers if I call her enough."

Stag crossed his arms. "And how many times is that usually?"

"Uh..." Drakken shifted uncomfortably, and muttered, "Ten," under his breath. The man on the computer screen didn't catch it; it wasn't like he needed to, anyway.

"But why did you let her go in the first place?" Stag pressed.

"I don't know! Maybe because she needed time to complete her transformation," Drakken growled, staring at his phone. "God, why isn't she picking up?"

Ignoring the complaints, Stag asked, "What transformation is this again? She's a natural at disguises, why would it be taking her a few months to do this?"

"You said that Voltaire would know what she'd look like, wig or not," Dr. Drakken answered pointedly. "She can't do what she normally does. So, she isn't going to use her powers so that she could go back to how she looked before." The silence on the other end beckoned for clarification. "Do you really think she looked green all her life?"

"Well...yeah. A little bit."

Drakken shook his head. "She'll be here in a week or so. Just...we have to wait. You'll know what to find, I promise."

"And you'll tell her about our plan if anything happens? If there's a trap?"

He nodded determinedly. "Of course, of course."

"Alright. I'll trust you this once, got it?"

"Yeah. Got it." Without so much as a farewell, Dr. Drakken was left alone with a phone. He sighed, and put the device back to his ear. "Come on, Shego! What are you doing, tanning in the middle of the night?"

. . .

The hotel room was black, filled to the brim with shadows. The only light that had managed to cascade into the space was from the large blinds covering the main window, and the small square one in the bathroom. While there was barely any light to be seen, if you listened closely enough, the room was busy with noises. A phone was left on the bed, buzzing with a string of messages and calls. They were ignored, masked by running water from the showerhead and quiet, guttural groans.

Her grip on the shelf in the shower was iron-tight, knuckles paling as breaths grew more continuous, melding into whimpers. She'd forgotten what it was like to hold everything back. Her body never stopped burning. In the shower, the woman felt the steam rising from the water hitting her skin; the shower nozzle was at the coldest she could make it.

"Kimmie," she moaned quietly, her other hand working through the pressure. There was a sickening snap. The woman hissed, the shelf—or what was left of it—slicing through her skin in cracked pieces.

She needed an outlet, something to sooth the building-up of heat. Sleep, swimming and sex were the very few things that successfully suspended her raging cosmic energy for a while. She couldn't sleep, however, with the thoughts bubbling rapidly through her conscious. And she didn't want to bump into that creepy swim fanatic again at the pool. So, that left her with one option. With a grunt, though, she internally swore to herself. At first she tried to think of the lifeguard, or a past hook-up. "Fucking—" She was close, teetering over the edge. Her vision blurred—like it would've mattered without any light—as her fantasy played, fingers curling through red hair once tugging off cargo pants. Of all the people in the world, why—

"God, damn it, Pumpkin..."

There was a cry before she went to her knees, trembling. The quivering hand that had broken the shelf laid itself on the tub's surface, red leaking with the water to the drain. And the other still kept pumping until a final moan. "Fuck," she whispered. When the stopper of the drain drummed, blocking the water's only exit, she jumped.

After a long few minutes, she remained there, facing the water without a reflection weakly glaring back at her. Why would the woman ever want to see her face? With the mirrors hung all over the room, all she could do was shut off the lights. And to hear herself, calling out for— The woman swallowed her internal sin, thankful for the running water drumming against her ears. As she continued to stare into the black shadows, the water rising just above her wrists, she felt another feverish wave come about her.

It settled to her hands. "No...no, God, no," she whined, tears dripping into the water as it had been for the past near-hour. A glow surged at the bottom, revealing the white surface and the water flowing with a shade of red. It was dimmer than before, though she didn't want to bring herself to climax again. She didn't want to bring herself to the reality that it was easy, swift. She didn't want to imagine deep, meadow eyes looking up at her as Kim continued to...

She didn't remember bringing her hand back to the throb between her legs. It wasn't until a long, satisfied moan that she even realized her fingers were there.

Swallowing, the woman continued, hoping that her glow wouldn't sink into her carmel skin, nor bleed through her hazel eyes. She continued to groan, call out a name that she cursed herself for; it shouldn't have felt natural along her lips this way, but it did.

Her hope, thereafter, was answered. The bath was drained and shower shut off. She didn't bother aiding her hand aside from a quick rinse and dry. Before long, she slumped back into bed, wondering just how many times she'd have to do this. Her eyes stung once sheets were pulled to her shoulders.


Wow...what a great "few" hours...

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