Ann luxuriated in the back of the limousine that had picked her and Doctor Director up from the airport, gazing at her companion with appreciation for her choice in wardrobe. The cyclopean spy was wearing shorts the same colour as her eyepatch, with a tight white button-down shirt and sneakers with no socks. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up, enough buttons were undone to show off some cleavage, and the black bra was visible enough through the fabric to show the amount of lace involved.
"Enjoying the view?" Betty asked, not looking up from the smartphone she was tinkering with.
"Absolutely," the medical doctor admitted. "I don't think I'll have any problem finding the inspiration to play my part. What about you?"
Betty's eye briefly flicked up to her, appraising the cerulean dress and teal accessories. "You're in no danger of turning me off, my dear," she answered.
"Your dear what?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, 'dear' on its own isn't much for an established couple, is it? Am I your honey bun? Your sugar plum?"
"My blueberry pie, perhaps."
"That would be more apt for you, considering the shade of blue you usually wear."
The brunette's eyebrow twitched as a thought occurred to the part of her mind that was taking part in the conversation. "What does Shego call you?"
"Highness."
That brought Betty's attention back up to the redhead. "You've never struck me as... ah. Because Kimberly is her princess."
"Exactly."
"I doubt she'd appreciate my using her name for you." The single eye returned to the phone once more.
"This is special, top secret work," Ann pointed out with a sly tone. "Shego doesn't have to know."
"I'm starting to wonder just how much of an influence she's had on you."
"Nothing you wouldn't appreciate, given the chance."
"Hmm."
"What are you looking at, anyway? Last minute updates on the mission?"
"Your daughter's coming out statement, actually." Betty thumbed the phone's back button and handed the device over. "Take a look."
It was Kim's website, with a link to 'an important message' under the header. Ann tapped it and read the page that followed.
Hello, everyone.
Short version: Yes, it's true, Shego and I are romantically involved.
Long version: ...
Honestly, something's been there for a few years now. It's hard to explain. I guess it's been a love-hate relationship until now, but along the way, Shego became more of a rival than an archfoe. Fighting her was the highlight of my Drakken missions. And some of you in the forums, my own cousin included, understood that she was the biggest threat in my gallery of villains. *waves to Joss*
For those of you who are wondering, Ron is fine. I think he understood where things were going before I did. The concept of us trying to be a couple and failing was something we were both familiar with since before we started dating, but he was there for me when I needed him. I've lost count of how many times I wouldn't have saved the world without him, and that's never been more true than with the Lorwadians. He's left Middleton for now, learning to be his own kind of hero. When he comes back, we'll be best friends again.
As for Shego, she may have tried to kill me now and then, but we earned each other's respect after the first few encounters. That's how it started, really. She's also saved my life at least twice in the last year alone, and it was with her help that Ron got me and Drakken back from the Lorwardian spaceship after we'd been abducted. And now she's a free woman... to be honest, we'll probably keep fighting, it just won't be because someone's trying to take over the world.
Anything else we do isn't really your business. Especially anyone who's contributed to the 'kigo' thread. I haven't looked, but Wade gave me the gist of it. Get your minds out of the gutter, perverts, and be glad Shego doesn't spend much time on the internet, because Wade would probably help her hunt you down for all the 'fanart' he's had to remove.
Ann laughed as she finished the last paragraph. "Shego's as likely to critique the art as she is to hunt down whoever sent it. In fact the critique might be better punishment than anything involving her glow."
"It would involve less effort than actually finding them," Betty supposed.
"You make her sound lazy," the redhead said as she handed the phone back to its owner.
"Unmotivated would be more accurate. Kim is the only reason Shego cares about her pardon in the first place. She has a preference for socially unacceptable behaviour, and I'm hoping a lesbian relationship with her former archfoe - and her mother - will be enough to keep the edge off."
"You believe Shego's truly the greatest threat? That she still could be?"
"Absolutely. We'd have tangible evidence that Shego is capable of taking over the world, but things get frustratingly intangible when you're working with five dimensions or more. Quantum physics, etcetera."
Ann blinked as she processed that statement. "Something tells me you would get along with my husband quite well."
The smile on Betty's face was surprisingly whimsical. "Given the nature of supervillainy, it's often necessary to conduct... atypical research. That's why we were so interested in Ronald a few years ago. Of course, what we considered to be a product of chaos theory was probably the earliest manifestations of his mystical monkey power."
"Oh, now I remember. The Ron Factor."
The brunette sighed. "It doesn't explain the mole rat, unfortunately. He was disassembling electronic locks and programming VCRs long before Team Possible met Monkey Fist."
"Something from an earlier adventure, perhaps?"
"Something before Ron purchased him. Smarty Mart's paperwork suggests he was born on site. Perhaps he was intentionally placed there. It's impossible to know for sure."
"Well, it's a good thing Ron chose him. I know he's played a pivotal role in more than a few of their adventures." Kim didn't know it, but her mother frequently checked her website after missions for details the teen hero chose not to share with her parents. Ann was well aware of how critical the naked mole rat's presence had been.
"Fate, perhaps. It's a shame Ronald disappeared. Rufus has a way of provoking Camille's pet cat, making it that much easier to identify her."
The rest of the ride was spent in amiable conversation until they reached the dock, at which point Ann insisted on relocating to Betty's lap for a believable first impression when the chauffeur opened the door. The spy saw no particular reason to suggest otherwise, and she made a point of maintaining physical contact once they were out of the car. It wasn't until they'd been shown to their room aboard the cruise ship that she removed her arm from around Ann's waist. The redhead pouted, reluctant to do the same.
"Unless you have a thing for watersports, my angel," Betty said, "You'll have to let me go for a minute or two."
"Not particularly," Ann chuckled, "But if you want, I can watch you urinate and we can see if it does anything for you..."
"Medical doctors," the brunette muttered as she headed to the bathroom. The doctor in question investigated their luggage in the meantime. When Betty returned, Ann was checking out what appeared to be an expensive custom laptop.
"So this is our secret weapon?"
"Your end of it, yes. The other..." Betty held up her wrist, bearing what appeared to be a bulky black diver's watch. "I supplied Wade with one of our GJ stopwatches. He made this for us after the Miss Go incident, when Kimberly used her device to verify Shego's altered personality."
"But that was the sole purpose of the scan," Ann pointed out. "You know brain waves are not as simple as fingerprints when it comes to identification."
"Hence the extensive file of Camille's brain wave responses to various stimuli. The combination of our recognition software and your expertise should narrow the search down from the thousands aboard."
"That could still leave us with hundreds."
"Yes, but it will be much easier to check on hundreds of sleeping suspects instead of thousands."
Ann made the connection. "Of course, her body relaxes and can't maintain whatever appearance she's taken... what if she's dreaming?"
"Depends on the dream," Dr. Director said. "The security footage from her incarceration is occasionally amusing."
A suggestive smirk broadened the redhead's lips before she said, "So, want to try me?"
"Um..."
"With the scanner, I mean."
"...Ah." Betty did her best not to appear thrown off, but the truth was she had indeed assumed Ann had meant something else. She aimed the face of the stopwatch at the woman and hit the appropriate button, briefly illuminating the medical doctor's face with a grid of light. A moment later, a thumbnail of Dr. Possible's face appeared in the corner of the laptop's screen, the rest of it displaying both the wavy line of local field potential, and the spiking of individual neurons. The software automatically began a comparison with Camille's information.
"There's a camera in the watch, too?" Ann asked.
"Naturally," Betty answered.
"Well, the technology seems sound, but that light... it's not exactly subtle."
"My dear doctor, subtlety is half my job. Besides, the scan will be all but imperceptible in direct sunlight, which our current location will provide us with in abundance. Perhaps I should demonstrate... shall we go for a walk?"
"To familiarize ourselves with the mission's location?" Ann laughed. "Perhaps it would be better to wait until the ship is underway. And I know just what to do until then."
The brow over the eyepatch arched upward. "Dare I ask?"
Ann sauntered over to Betty and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Practicing our cover. If we've been together long enough to share a cruise, we'd better look like it."
Dr. Director returned the kiss her 'civilian support' gave her, and decided that making out for a while was not a bad plan. It was hardly a disagreeable experience, after all. She wondered about that as it went on. She hadn't been sexually attracted to Ann until now, but that seemed to be changing. If she could enjoy kissing a woman this much, what did that mean? Perhaps kissing was in a league of its own, unrelated to the activites that tended to follow.
The kiss ended abruptly with a surprised exclamation from Betty when Ann squeezed her ass.
"Was that in character?" the redhead asked smugly.
"...A vixen, that's what you are."
"Your dear vixen?"
"Precisely."
The hands on her ass began to massage rather than squeeze, and the kissing resumed. One of Betty's hands went into Ann's hair, while the other slid along the curve of her back.
By the time the second makeout ended, the look in Ann's eyes matched the heat Betty could feel through her dress. The hands on the brunette's ass relocated to her hips and she was guided backward until she bumped into the wall. "Stay right there," she was told.
"What are you intending?" Dr. Director asked, her eye widening as her companion hitched up her skirt and pulled down the thong she had been wearing.
"You wanted to know how it felt to have Kimmie dryhumping me in my office? You're going to find out... but there will be nothing dry about it." Ann pulled one of the spy's knees up and added, "Brace it against the wall."
Not quite slack-jawed, the brunette placed the sole of the relevant foot against the wall, then blushed heavily as she felt Ann's already-moist sex gliding across her bare thigh. She had to swallow before speaking. "W-what is it about me that you find so... appealing?"
Ann considered her answer as she began rubbing against the woman. "You mean other than the fact that you're gorgeous? Who you are... what you are, what you do... and what you know." She paused to nibble the neck before her as one of her hands becan to explore the curves of a confined breast.
Betty's hand automatically reached to grab the one groping her, but did nothing to stop what it was doing. "About you?"
"Mmm... and my little Kimmie," the redhead whispered into an ear. "How I've been thinking about her... the things I've let her do to me..." The tempo of Ann's hips increased a notch. "And the fact that you don't know what we did a couple of nights ago."
The admission provoked a flush of heat between Betty's legs, more than anything the thigh between them had done for her so far. "What... did you..."
The rubbing and grinding continued to quicken. "You really... want to know?"
"Yes..."
"Why? Is that what... got you going? I can feel it..." Ann shifted slightly, bringing her thigh tighter against Betty's crotch even as she continued to get herself off. "Does imagining... my face between... my little girl's legs... make you wet?"
Betty didn't answer, perhaps because her training prevented her from divulging information while under any kind of duress, but probably because the answer was one she didn't want to admit out loud.
"Do you... want to know... how quick she came... the first time... I sucked her clit? Unh... how I came... without even... touching myself? Perhaps... how she... ah... worked her whole hand... into me?" Ann's movements reached fever pitch. "Or how... Shego... came while we..."
The neurosurgeon never got to finish what she was gasping, biting the other woman's neck with surprising force as her orgasm began to claim her, thighs clamping down and hips bucking, almost screaming into the flesh she was sucking on. The hand that had been in her hair almost the whole time tugged as the pain of the bite registered, though nowhere near enough to pull her off.
Dr. Director watched (and felt ) as her companion rode through the rest of her climax before sagging against her, still gasping for breath, her face still buried in her neck.
"I seem to have made a bit of a mess," Ann finally whispered.
"It's alright," Betty answered. She'd heard the overtone of uncertainty in the redhead's voice, but on a personal level, the spy had no problem with anything Ann had just done. She would have been able to stop it easily enough, otherwise.
Ann's lips brushed along her cheek before claiming another kiss. "I'll clean up," she murmered, and knelt down to tend to the fluids on Betty's thigh with her mouth and tongue. Still rather flustered, the sensation did nothing to help the brunette cool down.
When Ann all but climbed back up Betty's body, she went nose to nose with the spy so she would catch the scent on her breath. "For someone who doesn't find me sexually active, you were pretty turned on. Perhaps I'm the exception?"
"Perhaps," Betty admitted. She didn't get the chance to elaborate because Ann kissed her again, giving her a taste of what she'd only smelled until now.
Ann kept kissing her for quite some time.
