Sorry it took so long. I went from having one job to three this past week. The money is great, but I have less time for things like writing KP fan fiction. I admit to having mixed feelings. My feelings will probably no longer be mixed when I get my paycheck...checks.
Mandatory Disclaimer: The only character I own is MD. I do not own any name brands/movies/TV shows that may be mentioned.
Monique caresses Kim, her firm body pressing down on top of her love's in an intimate embrace.
Kim involuntarily trembles as Monique's warm breath gently blows against her ear in a soft amorous whisper. "How far do you want to go?"
The redhead wants to go as far as humanly possible.
Before she can articulate her desire it suddenly hits her, slams into her like running into the brick wall all over again.
A wave of panic seizes her chest, stiffening her limbs in agitated tension.
Monique feels the resistance and stops her advances. She holds herself up above her love. "Kim?"
Kim's eyes are locked on hers with a fixed gaze. "We can't do this."
The deeply tanned young woman doesn't understand. "Why? ...Are you on your period?"
"No, Monique," she pulls herself out from under her love and sits up "my parents...they don't know about us."
Monique shrugs like it's no big deal "Neither does mine."
"I know, but your dad is...different."
She raises an eyebrow "What, you mean Black?"
Kim waves her hands in front of her in emphasis of her denial "No! I just meant that his parenting style is different."
Monique makes a noise between a huff and a laugh "Right."
"That isn't-" The hero cuts herself off. She can feel the blood rushing to her face "Y-you, you know what I meant!"
Her love leans in close and replies in a low, smooth, alluring voice "I do, I just like to see you all red and flustered."
Kim feels her blood rush to a more sensitive area. She holds Monique back by the shoulders before things start becoming intimate again. "Monique!"
"Sorry, girl, but I'm not going to stop until you put your shirt back on."
A wry smile curls on her lips and Kim knows she's in trouble.
Monique easily breaks the grip holding her back and pulls Kim close. The redhead dodges a kiss and manages to wriggle out of her girlfriend's seductive hold, snatching a shirt as she rolls off the bed.
Kim stands and slips it on. The shirt is Monique's, but she doesn't care at the moment. "We have to talk about this."
With Kim fully clothed, Monique can think beyond the one objective she had planned for them. Usually, she would have something supportive to say, but she chooses not to say anything. She can tell this is really bothering Kim. She doesn't want to respond prematurely, especially when she doesn't know what the problem is.
The redhead turns to her love, her resolve weakening by the second. Her eyes keep flicking to Monique's barely contained breasts. That tank top just isn't enough.
Kim quickly finds the shirt she was wearing earlier and holds it out, a red tint still coloring her cheeks. "Please put it on. I can't have a serious conversation with you like that."
Monique does as requested. "You think your parents would have a problem with us being together?"
Kim starts to pace in front of the bed "I don't know. I really don't know. They expect so much from me. I'm supposed to save the world, I'm supposed to get straight A's, I'm supposed to set a good example for my brothers, I'm supposed to date boys. What am I going to tell them?"
Her love has an idea what is going on now. "First, stop walking back and forth like a crazy person. Second, just tell them the truth."
"It's not that easy, Monique! What do I say?" Kim goes off into an imaginary scenario talking with her mom or dad "'Hey Kim, how was school today?' It was fine. Oh, by the way I'm a lesbian!"
Monique leans back and crosses her arms, eyes narrowed close to a glare. "Okay. Let's break up then."
If it was physically possible, Kim's jaw would hit the floor. "What?" she exclaims through a gasp "Why?"
With a hint of an attitude her curly-haired counterpart replies "You obviously aren't ready for this."
The redhead drops to her knees. She grabs Monique's thighs in an effort to make an appeal "Don't say that, please. I don't want to break up with you."
"That isn't what it sounds like."
Kim stands and firmly grips her love's upper arms "I may not be ready to tell my parents, but I am ready to date you. All I'm trying to say is that in the meantime, I want to honor their wishes."
The hero is talking about saving her virginity until after marriage, something she has mentioned to Monique once or twice since they've known each other.
"Kim, we can't get married."
"I know, but I thought we could at least wait until we are both adults."
"That's next year."
"...I know."
Monique sighs. "If that's what you really want, then...okay."
Kim squeezes her into a hug. "Thank you."
The deeply tanned very fit young woman isn't thrilled to learn that she will have to wait months to enjoy true intimacy with her girlfriend.
She manages to hide her immense disappointment.
...Go City-Warehouse District...
A woman with pastel teal skin steps past a set of large heavy steel doors into a massive open room. Detailed schematics of the highest complexity line the walls, comprehensive instructions for various malevolent devices and weapons of mass destruction.
The woman gazes upon her work and frowns. She shakes her head in disapproval, her muted metallic blue hair unmoved by the motion. Her hair swoops up and back converging to a loose point. Every few seconds electricity arcs through her follicles, surging along the blue wire.
In the teal woman's company is an average man in an average suit. He crunches some numbers on his cell phone calculator. "How many square feet is this property?"
"200,000 square feet." The woman replies in a vague eastern European accent. "I want to sell as soon as possible."
The realtor amends his computations with the new information. "Even with your additions, given the current economic recession, the property value has diminished considerably since your initial purchase. Your profit margin is at a deficit."
The man shows her the startling amount of money she would lose if she sold right away. The teal woman adjusts a pair of round white sunglasses resting on her nose as she leans over to get a better view of the small screen.
She waves her hand dismissing it. "I have no need for an evil lair. I want to rid myself of this place and this part of my life immediately."
The realtor shakes his head in disbelief. The strangely colored woman made it clear over the phone that she wanted to get rid of her property at any cost, but he thought that surely she would change her mind once she saw the numbers.
"What do you want done with your...um..." he gestures to the intricate blueprints and partially complete, very dangerous machines that litter the floor and storage spaces "...possessions?"
She furrows her brow as if the answer is obvious. "Recycle it, of course."
The incredulous businessman opens his briefcase and pulls out a stack of papers an inch and a half thick, glad he thought to bring the contract with him.
Pointing to a thin line at the bottom of the first page, the first line of dozens, he politely requests "Please sign here."
The blue woman, eager to clear her conscience, takes the hefty agreement and walks over to a nearby workbench. She hastily pushes aside some kind of futuristic torture device and lays the paperwork down.
With the click of a ballpoint pen, the seller signs away her property, spelling out "Electronique" in perfect penmanship.
...Monique's House...
Monique sits on her living room couch hugging a pillow. A long discontented sigh pours out of her chest.
MD looks over at his daughter, eyebrow raised and curious.
They're sitting right next to each other, but it's like they are miles apart.
He turns the TV channel to one of her favorite shows, Project Runway, and waits for some kind of reaction. He can't stand the program, but he'll suffer through it now and then for the sake of his daughter.
Monique lets out another deep hollow breath. Her eyes are on the TV, but what flashes on the screen doesn't register.
Now MD knows something is wrong. There's only one thing he can think of that would affect his daughter to this extent.
He teasingly asks "What's the matter, Momo? Kim didn't let you get none?"
"No..." Monique absently replies. Her head shoots up when she realizes what he just said. "Dad!"
He flinches slightly, raising an arm in defense as Monique smacks him with her pillow as hard as she can. It bounces harmlessly off his shoulder, aggravating her even more.
The implication of her father's words finally reaches her. She stops her pillow assault, becoming very still. "How did you..."
With an uncharacteristic hint of seriousness he replies "I'm your daddy. It's my job to know."
"When did you find out?"
"You've had a huge, and I mean huge, crush on her since you went on that mission with her a while back. You wouldn't shut up about how amazing Kim is and how what she does is so awesome even though you were a complete-"
MD cuts himself off at the sight of his daughter's increasingly threatening glare. She won't permit him to mention the unspeakable embarrassment and the incompetence she displayed.
He clears his throat and continues "I didn't know Kim wanted to do you until we made dinner for her at her house. Let's just say she was doing some things to you with her eyes, okay?" He lifts his tone up at the end and holds it just long enough to insinuate something inappropriate.
Monique hits him again with her pillow. "Stop talking like that!"
He lifts his hands up. "I'm just sayin'."
The deeply tanned young woman crosses her arms over her soft square weapon, eyebrows furrowed. "Why haven't you said anything all this time?"
"I didn't have to. I was going to wait until you needed me."
Monique's tone softens, her voice low, barely audible "...Like now?"
Her father puts his arm around her and leans close, resting her head on his shoulder. "Like now, baby girl."
Monique let's a few moments pass before asking "You're okay with me liking a girl...and trying to sleep with her?"
"I'm fine with it, but trying to have sex with her wouldn't fly with your mother. I remember putting the moves on her before we were together." He tenses from a traumatic flashback "I didn't think I'd be able to have kids after the way she reacted."
Monique cringes "That bad?"
"Worse," he replies, a bit pale "but momma isn't here." He excitedly rubs the top of her head disheveling her hair. "Trying to get her into bed before you even have your first date, look at you! You take after your old man!" He grins. "Do me proud."
Although his input seems contradictory, Monique knows what he intended to convey.
She was getting ahead of herself.
Even if she inherited strong inclinations from her father, she wouldn't be doing him proud by pressuring Kim to give herself up before she is ready.
Monique can practically feel him grinning. "You're a little too happy about this."
MD squeezes her tight. His playful tone is replaced with fatherly affection and tenderness. "I can't help it. My baby girl is all grown up."
The curly-haired girl leans into the embrace, feeling safe and secure in her father's arms. The words slip past her lips unfiltered. "I love you, daddy."
With the same unconditional affection, he warmly replies "I love you too."
...Go City-Evil Lair Formerly Owned by Electronique...
Workers haul out partially complete, clearly malicious technology by the truckload. After several trips, all that is left are the paper schematics.
Electronique could have sold the blueprints on the black market for millions, but now that she is good, such a thing is unthinkable.
She no longer harbors a deranged resentment toward Team Go and the rest of the world. All she wants is peace, goodwill, and to be the CEO of the next leading software company.
The schematics are bundled into large black trash bags and left on the curb for pickup by Go City's waste management department.
Their job done, the workers leave to clear out some other property.
As soon as the warehouse is deserted, burly men clad in grey jumpsuits, their attire accented with red and black, step out of the shadows.
They head straight for the bags of recyclable paper and hoist them over their shoulders.
An unassuming truck pulls out from an alleyway and parks in front of the newly sold warehouse. The men waste no time throwing the bags in the storage container hitched to their ride.
The stolen refuse loaded, the men drive out onto the main road, unseen and undetected.
...Possible Residence...
Kim walks through the front door and shuts it behind her, kicking off her shoes and setting them aside.
Ann looks up at her daughter and asks the way she always does when Kim comes home after a long day. "How was the mission?"
Kim averts her mother's eyes and hastily replies "It was fine. Nothing weird happened. I'm going to my room now, bye."
She hurries off before Ann has a chance to respond.
Ann glances over to her husband "That was..."
"...Strange." he finishes "What do you think that was about?"
The neurosurgeon shakes her head, worry deepening the lines in her expression. "I'm not sure. Kim hasn't been herself in months. I've tried everything, but she won't tell me what is going on."
The rocket scientist is used to clearly defined solutions, problems he can solve with logic and the laws of physics. He can't find an equation to plug Kim into to get the answer he is looking for. It's like trying to solve a problem with a missing variable. "There has to be something we're not seeing."
Ann takes a moment to ponder a few possible explanations that slowly come to mind. She thinks back to her teenage years and the things she used to fret about, the things that caused her to act like a nervous zombie.
She comes to one conclusion. "It's a boy." She says abruptly.
James isn't prepared for that. "A boy?" He sits up straighter. "Why would she be so secretive about that? We let her fly halfway around the world to risk her life fighting all sorts of multicoloured maniacs. Why would who she wants to date be an issue?"
Ann brings up a valid point. "Perhaps she doesn't think we would approve of the person she is interested in."
The concerned parents stare at each other through a heavy silence.
Ann finally stirs. "Who could it be?"
James's expression darkens "It won't matter once I get my hands around his neck."
His wife gently grasps his forearm. "That's probably part of the reason why she doesn't want to tell us."
He takes a deep breath and attempts to quell his protective fatherly instincts. It's proving to be very difficult. The thought of some random guy doing anything remotely sexual with his daughter makes his blood boil.
"I can't help it. She's our only daughter and I...I..." Words fail him. He can't express the painful surge of emotions welling up in his chest.
Ann reaches out and pulls her husband into a tender embrace. "It'll be alright. We raised Kimmie to do the right thing. She's a strong girl and I have faith in her."
James knows that all the faith in the world won't stop someone from taking advantage of her, or equally dreadful, a teenage pregnancy.
He keeps his anxieties to himself and chooses to indulge his wife's sterling optimism.
The doctors Possible don't realize that they are only half right...sort of.
While they consider the disconcerting possibilities, Kim considers her near deflowerment in Monique's bedroom.
Kim can still feel her touch, the warmth of Monique's bare skin against hers, her taste, scent.
Her body temperature rises in response to the vivid memory, pulsing with a heated craving.
With a heavy sigh she tries to expel her dissatisfaction and thrusts herself on her bed. She squirms trying to shake the sensual drive wresting her body.
The hero manages to resist the powerful urge to gratify her unfulfilled desire.
Despite her success, she is very aware of her wilting resolve.
I don't think I'll be able to make it to next year...
To be continued...
I'm sure Monique wasn't the only one who was disappointed that nothing substantial happened between them, namely most of you readers. (Those that have been paying attention to the arguably slow pace I set probably saw through that one.)
Don't worry, it's not going to take months and another eight chapters for them to sleep with each other. For it to happen sooner, it would require a special set of circumstances, circumstances I set up in this chapter.
If you're wondering what that is exactly, stick around for the following chapters to find out.
I apologize, it was probably one heck of a boring chapter, but is was necessary for future plot.
Most of you most likely noticed that Jim and Tim haven't made an appearance. That's because I keep forgetting about them... It happened in chapter 5. Kim's reaction when she forgot about her brothers was the same as the one that went through my head when I realized halfway through the chapter that they weren't even mentioned...
As always, let me know what you thought with a review!
(If you must complain that nothing happened, I can't stop you...)
