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By the time Kim made it home the sun had already begun to rise. She leaned back against the door frame, slowly tracing her lips. The kiss was still echoing throughout her body and a smile was plastered on her face as she remembered the night before. So enthralled was she on the drive home that it was all she could do not to rest her head on Shego's shoulder and risk an accident.

She was broken from her dreamy-eyed ponderings by her very awake, and very loud, father. "Young lady do you have any idea what time it is?" Kim, for her part, just stood and stared. She had no idea what was going on. "It's six o'clock in the morning and you're just getting home! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Just that moment Anne, wrapped in a plush robe with darkly circled eyes came into the room. "What's going on James? You woke me up."

"See what you did, Kimberley? You woke up your mother."

"No, dear, you woke me up. What's wrong?"

"Your daughter just spent the whole night with some boy!"

"So what if I did!?" Kim shouted back, finally, her temper worn from exhaustion. "I thought I didn't have a curfew anymore!"

"And just what gave you that idea?"

Anne rested a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Well she is 18, honey."

"She is?" The man asked, bewildered. Anne led him out of the room and down the hall, leaving Kim by the door, confused.

"Yes, sweetie, she is. And you'll just have to accept that she'll be out late and, God forbid, sleep with someone at some point. And you won't be able to ground her."

"I won't?" He asked, seeming genuinely bewildered.

"No dear, you won't."

As her parents' conversation drifted towards their room, Kim made her own way to bed and tried not to let whatever it was that had just happened spoil her night.

Kim flopped backwards, touched her fingers to her lips and smiled. She lay there for a while, just savoring the sweet memory, hoping she could fall asleep with the taste of Shego's lips on her mind. She almost got her wish, until she was jolted awake.

"I'm asleep!"

"It's your mom." Kim sighed and invited her in. Her mother slid into the room and grinned at the broad smile on Kim's face.

"Oh no." Kim thought as the woman sat down on the foot of her bed. Her face began to pour sweat.

"So..."

"Oh no."

"How was it?" Her face was now completely drenched.

"Oh NO!"

"Umm...How was what?" Her sphincter clenched. Had her entire family gone insane?

"How was my baby's first time?" And her entire brain shut down. After a moment of pained silence, and a second of anxious stuttering, Kim was finally able to spit out her response.

"I haven't had it yet, Mom!" her face was warm and she was sure she was blushing redder than the devil himself. Her mom just smiled. She was screwing with her.

"Okay hon, I believe you."

"...you do?"

"Of course. I'm not your father. I can be reasonable, sometimes. So, what did happen?"

Kim told her mother everything, from dinner to dancing to the scenic homeward drive-where Shego had shown Kim places that she'd never even heard of in their quaint little town.

"Sounds like you have yourself a regular prince charming, there."

"Yeah...well...she's not exactly a prince, per say. But she's the most noble, gentle person I've ever met. When she wants to be."

"I've never seen you this caught up in anyone before. This must be serious."

"Yeah, maybe it is."

"More serious than Josh?" Kim nodded. "Eric?"

"Yeah. Maybe even more serious than..."

"Than Ronald?"

Kim started to respond, but her eyelids drooped downwards and her answer faded away into an incoherent mumble. Her mother smiled as sleep-time conversation faded away into light snoring. Anne stood and watched her daughter for a few minutes, before gently tucking the girl's cuddle buddy into her limp arms. "She's growing up."

Shego and Kim went out together almost every night after that. It didn't matter if it was fancy dining or Bueno Nacho, the movies or the theatre, a ballroom or a club-they did it all and they always had a good time doing it. Somehow, no matter where they were Shego found a way to make Kim feel cherished.

It was no longer Summer, and the colors of Autumn were beginning to leach into the pure emeralds of Middleton's trees and shrubberies. The couple had spent the afternoon sparring, an activity which lasted hours and left the two women utterly exhausted. So they took a break to watch the day turn into night.

"Kim" Shego started. The two were atop one of the city's highest peaks, Middleton's version of makeout point, watching the sea of suburban splendor become awash in the reds and oranges of the sunset.

"Yeah?" Kim's head rested lightly in Shego's lap, a pair of pale hands stroking her shoulders, and Kim couldn't even muster the energy to open her eyes.

"I think I'd like to meet your parents." That did it. Eyes open, Kim jolted upwards and looked at Shego in utter horror.

"You'd what?"

Shego laughed and patted Kim's cheek. "Woah, girl. Relax. I don't have to if it's that big a problem."

Kim forced herself to take a deep breath. "I'm not sure if it would be. It's just that my Dad has issues with..." She trailed off, not exactly sure how to phrase this.

"Lesbians?"

"No, not that. I've seen his porn stash." Both women shuddered. That was not a memory she enjoyed reliving.

"Is it because I'm a villain? I am semi-retired, after all."

"No. That doesn't matter, he can't even remember you used to do that. My dad doesn't like circus people."

"I'm not a-" Kim held up her hand.

"To him, you are. You've always been, no matter how often I explain it."

"Well, do you think it'll cause a problem?" Kim hmm'd and haww'd for a second, tossing the thought around in her head.

"I don't think so. I doubt he'll flip out." Shego pulled her back into her lap.

"Okay. Talk to your parents when you get home. And tell me what they say."

"Yes, Shego."

"Oh, and Kim?"

"Yeah, Shego?"

"Don't interrupt me again."

"Yes, Shego."