~o0o~
"MONKEY - NINJAS - ATTACK!" A voice bellowed from outside the tavern.
Suddenly, the windows of the tavern smashed open as dozens of monkeys dressed in martial arts gis swung in. People screamed as glass and monkeys went everywhere. A few of the braver individuals tried to fight back, but were instantly overrun by the horde of screaming primates. Kim quickly reached behind her and grabbed her crutch, swinging it round just in time to smash one of the attackers in the face, knocking it to the ground. A glance to her side showed that Shego already had three singed and unconscious monkeys at her feet, her hands engulfed in plasma.
"Ready, Shego?" Kim asked.
"Always, Princess!"
Then the horde of Monkey Ninjas was upon them.
Kim made sure to keep her injured side facing Shego as she used the crutch as an improvised staff, sweeping monkeys off their feet and forcing them to keep their distance. Whenever one got in too close, she would bend and arch her body as best she could, hissing in agony as she directed its momentum towards Shego, who would turn and smash it unconscious with one flaming fist. They worked together, a perfectly synchronized team of fists and feet.
The attackers were relentless, and soon Kim's clothes were ripped and torn, her face scratched from the many long simian hands reaching for her. She could feel her body screaming in agony at the exertion, and she was sure she had ripped open all of her stitches by now. Shego was faring much better, none of the ninjas had gotten close to her. They were wary of her by now, and mostly tried to come at Kim. With the way the two women moved, more often than not, an attacking monkey leaping at Kim, suddenly found itself facing a very irritated Shego.
"You okay, Kimmie?" Shego said out of the corner of her mouth during a small lull in the fighting.
"Yeah, fine, just a little hampered by my injuries," Kim whispered back.
"Don't you give up on me!"
"On you? Never!"
Then a monkey ninja was flying at Kim's head while two others came in low to sweep her off her feet. She dodged, leapt, and brought her crutch down, hearing the satisfying crunch of bones snapping. Knowing she would regret it, Kim quickly positioned herself and did a roundhouse kick, knocking back all of her attackers and almost blacking out from the pain.
By now, the two women had a large pile of unconscious monkeys at their feet, but the tavern was filling up with more and more of the ninjas. The next wave of attackers came at them, then stopped, backing away for no obvious reason. Kim immediately took advantage of the small break in fighting as she sat back on the edge of the table, feeling faint. She was sweating profusely and her heart was pounding from the exertion she was not ready for. Her whole body was screaming in agony, and the feeling of blood dripping down her skin from her ripped stitches was another big worry. Through eyes blinking in pain, she watched as Shego pushed and kicked a few of the unconscious and injured monkeys away, clearing space for them to continue fighting.
Hands clenching the table, Kim shook her head, hearing people screaming and moaning in fear, children crying. Raising her head, sweat dripping down her face, she saw the tavern's main doors slam open and a figure walk in wrapped in a long black robe. A sudden silence descended upon the tavern as the hooded figure scanned the room, coming to rest on Kim.
"Kim Possible," the stranger's voice rasped in a strong British accent. "Where is Ron Stoppable?"
"Monkey Fist," Kim growled, feeling her vision darken, knowing she was only staying conscious by sheer force of will and adrenalin.
"Hey there, Monty ol' boy," Shego called out, sitting on the edge of the table along with Kim.
Faux, forgotten in all the mayhem, watched from behind in amazement. She had sat there at the back of the booth, watching as her two heroes had reacted immediately to their attackers. Even now, faced with overwhelming odds, they showed no signs of surrender. She watched as Kim clenched her hands into fists, her stance one of defiance, while Shego adopted a casual attitude in the face off this new adversary.
There's too many innocent people about, Kim thought, her gaze sweeping the crowded tavern. I have to get them out or someone's going to get seriously hurt or killed. Pushing a few stray strands away from her eyes with a shaky and bloody hand, she stared at Monkey Fist. "You wish to talk? Fine!" she called out. "But first, I want you to let everyone else go."
"Everyone... else?" He reacted as if he had not even noticed anyone else in the tavern. His hooded gaze looked around the room, before he replied, "Very well, Kim Possible. They... are nothing to me and can leave. This is, after all, between me and Ron Stoppable."
"Faux," Kim said, without turning around, "get everyone out, now!"
Faux was shaking as she slid out of the booth and past the slender figure still wrapped in his robe. When the villains shadowy gaze swept across her, she had to hold back a whimper at the sheer violence he radiated. Her admiration for Kim and Shego went up leaps and bounds as she watched how they calmly waited for the tavern to empty.
Faux quickly ferried the terrified and injured customers out of the tavern and into the parking lot. Monkey ninjas were everywhere, but thanks to Monkey Fist's orders they were being ignored. Soon, the parking lot was empty, all save for Faux. Standing there, surrounded by the simian assassins, she made her decision. Taking few deep breaths for courage, she sat down on the kerb watching the tavern and waiting.
"Join me in a drink, Monty?" Shego said, gesturing at the bottle of scotch on their table, her eyes never leaving the villain. Shit, this isn't good. Kimmie looks like she's about to pass out and Monty here feels seriously fucked up.
Monkey Fist raised his hands and pushed back his hood, revealing a face that was mostly cold grey stone with small patches of bronzed skin showing here and there. One eye was stone and the other a clear blue, focused intently on the two women in front of him. Mixed in amongst his black unruly hair and sideburns was more hair, stiff and unyielding and frozen in stone. The two women's eyes widened a little at the sight, but other than that their stances did not change.
"I'll decline your offer of a drink. As you can see, I am somewhat indisposed." His deep-set eyes bored into Kim's as he ripped off his robe and tossed it to the floor. Underneath, he was dressed in his traditional black gi, and what they could see of his tall and slender build was partially stone as well.
"Well, Monty, no need to give us the stone cold shoulder," Shego replied caustically.
"How?" Kim asked.
"How did I escape the curse of the Yono?" Monkey Fist snarled as he dropped to all fours and started to pace back and forth, his stony knuckles chipping away at the wooden floor. "How did I escape an eternity trapped in stone?" he yelled. "Well, Kim Possible, that-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Monty, enough with the monologue," Shego said, rolling her eyes as she interrupted his tirade.
"What?" Monkey Fist hissed at them, stopping his rant. "Yes, yes, you're right."
"Shego, why?" Kim huffed as she glanced sideways, annoyed at her for stopping his explanation.
"Hey, not a good guy, Princess, just not a bad guy. And if there's one thing I promised myself I wouldn't have to listen to again, it was a villain's monologue. But, I have to say that ol' Monty was-"
"ENOUGH!" Monkey Fist screamed, a stone fist smashing through a table. "Where is Ron Stoppable? It's time for us to finally end this once and for all. To see who truly deserves to wield the mystical monkey power."
"I don't know where Ron is, I haven't seen him in almost a year," Kim said loudly and firmly.
"LIES!" Monkey Fist shouted at Kim. "You and he are inseparable, and if you wish to keep up this ridiculous charade, then I will have to convince you."
"Look, Monty, she doesn't know, all right," Shego finally weighed in.
"Yes, well, as if I'd believe a turncoat like you," he said, his voice dropping back to normal, the strong British accent once more at the fore.
"Now, now, Monty, let's not make this personal. How about as a former villain to a current, I give you my word that Kimmie doesn't know where the Buffoon is."
"Yesss, perhaps," he replied, thinking on this. "But... I do have my army of monkey ninjas, and Kim Possible here at my mercy. Her bloody and broken body should suffice to drag him out of wherever he's hiding."
Oh, Ron, I wish I could warn you, Kim thought as she looked out over the sea of ninjas arrayed against them.
"DIE! Kim Possible," Monkey Fist yelled, leaping at her, his horde of ninjas screaming as they followed their master's lead.
Kim moved to her feet, her crutch raised and ready to defend, but Shego was quicker. Hands flaring with plasma, she reached behind her and ripped out the table from the floor. Turning with inhuman speed, she threw it at the leaping villain, following it up with a concentrated plasma ball. Turning and ducking, she found Kim already crouched, and she wrapped her arms protectively around her as they braced themselves for the outcome.
The plasma ball flew straight and true, impacting with the table in front of the leaping ninja master. The result was devastating as the table exploded, sending shards of wood, metal, and plasma flying through the air. The deadly shrapnel filled the room, and Kim heard Shego grunt as she took the full impact of the blast on her back as she protected her. In the calm after the explosion, Kim slowly stood up using her crutch, followed soon after by Shego, and they surveyed the result. Monkey Fist was on the far side of the tavern, his gi in tatters, but otherwise unharmed. His monkey ninjas on the other hand were lying scattered around the room, unconscious and bleeding.
"NO TOUCHY MY KIMMIE!" Shego yelled, her hands blazing with crackling plasma as she stared into Monkey Fists one good eye.
"And why would you help Kim Possible?" Monkey Fist snarled, dropping to all fours and pacing forwards. "You've spent years trying to kill her. I highly doubt a small lapse of judgment in helping her save the world has changed you that much."
"No - one - defeats - Kimmie, but me!"
"Then do it, or I will!" Monkey Fist shrieked, insanity lacing his words. "Monkey Ninjas, to me." The broken doors and windows were suddenly filled with monkeys, and they poured into the tavern, until there was wall to wall ninjas.
Shit! He's out for blood, Shego thought. There's no way I can protect Kimmie and hold them all off. So, options?
"Well, Monty, if you really need to know..." Shego said, thinking furiously, her eyes darting around the tavern until the came to rest on Kim. "You can't have, Kimmie, since she's my... ahhh, date!" She slipped her arm around Kim's waist and slid their two bodies together, Kim's face flushing at the closeness even in her battered state.
"Shego...?"
"Just trust me, okay?" Shego whispered in her ear, too low for Monkey Fist to hear. Something in Shego's voice was reassuring … comforting even. It surprised Kim. Enough to make her stand still and play along. Well here's hoping subterfuge works, since brute force will sure as hell get messy. She was playing on every villains warped psyche and twisted code of honor. They had a chance, albeit a small one.
"An interesting deception, but I highly doubt Kim Possible would associate with one such as you," Monkey Fist scoffed. He began to stalk towards the two women, his monkey ninjas shadowing him as they prepared for their next attack.
Shego scowled. The bastard's right, it will take more than my arm around Kimmie to convince Mr. Looney Tunes here. How do you prove you're on a date with someone?
"A kiss."
Shego froze. I did not just think that.
"Kiss me, Shego, it's the only way," came the barely audible whisper.
Shego then realized it had come from Kim, she was letting her know what to do. How to prove they were together. Kim had worked it out just like she had, the super-villains of the world unspoken code of honor.
Oh hell no! But, she knew it was the only way to avoid the bloodshed.
Shego turned her gaze away from Monkey Fist, her senses alert for any sudden attacks, and she focused on the woman at her side. Kim's hair was a mess, her face and clothes scratched and ripped, but she still looked adorable. Kim then brought her hand up and cupped Shego's cheek, mouthing, "It's okay." She closed her eyes and dropped her hand, swallowing, more nervous at the impending kiss than the horde of ninjas arrayed against them. Then, olive eyes opened and stared into emerald, and the fire was back, the fire she always had when they fought.
Forgive me, Rachel, Shego thought, or believed she had. She had whispered it so softly she may as well have, but not softly enough. Kim's ears picked it up, but missed the softly spoken name, her eyes widening a little at the heartbreak in the words.
Kim tried to say something, to offer some support, but her voice was lost as she met Shego's emerald green eyes, almost glowing with the intensity of her stare. She was lost in the gaze, drowning. It was her whole world. And Shego was so close, Kim's skin tingling with the heat radiating from her body.
Kim's heart was racing as Shego brought a warm hand up to cup her cheek, shivering at the gentle touch even as she leaned into it, delicate green fingertips tracing light patterns across her soft cheekbones. Then, Shego was slowly leaning forwards, her warm breath caressing flushed cheeks.
Shego, Kim managed to think before pale green lips captured pink petal ones, her eyes fluttering shut at the warm silken touch. The act was soft, it was unbelievably gentle, and it had stars erupting behind her eyelids. She felt the ground snatched from under her feet, so bringing her hands up, she buried her fingers in Shego's luxurious hair. Curling her hands around the silken strands, she pulled her closer.
Her aches and pains disappeared as she melted into Shego's heated touch.
Neither was sure whose tongue pushed forwards first, lapping at the others lower lip, but a mouth opened eagerly to the silent command, aching for more. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, brushing up against the softest and most velvety tongue they had ever felt.
For the two women, the kiss was perfect, it was all-consuming, and forgotten was the reason why as they lost themselves in the touch, taste, and feel of the other. The flashes of green on Shego's lips going unnoticed.
Kim's eyes were closed, still lost in the moment as she felt Shego slowly pull away, warmth turning back into cold. Wow... she thought in amazement, I- I didn't know you could kiss like that. She brought her fingers up to her lips as her mind slowly returned to the here and now. No one's ever made me… feel… that… way. She flicked her eyes open as reality kicked in. Oh no! She stared at the woman … at Shego, who was holding her.
My God, Shego thought, a bit dazed by the experience, what the fuck was that? Resting her forehead against Kim's, she could feel her heart racing while her body tingled from the sexually charged moment. She mentally kicked herself to keep her eye on the prize as she found her mind drifting back to the kiss. Knowing she was flushed by the heat in her cheeks, she held onto the feeling, needing it to convince Monkey Fist. Turning her head so their cheeks were together, she swallowed deeply as she stared at Monkey Fist.
"Convinced," Shego said roughly.
Monkey fist was down on all fours, his mouth open and his eyes wide. "Um, yes... well...?" he managed to get out before clearing his throat. "Never let it be said I stood in the way of true love." Shaking his head at the image, he finally recovered. "Very well, Kim Possible, until next time."
Good riddance, they both thought.
"Come, my disciples," Monkey Fist called out. Standing up straight, he strode from the room without another look at the two women. Following their master's orders, the monkey ninjas quickly and quietly gathered up their fallen brethren and made their way from the tavern, disappearing into the night as silently as they had arrived.
~o0o~
In the wake of their victory and amongst the shattered remains of the tavern, Kim's mind was quickly rationalizing the kiss.
We- we may have kissed, but we had to, it was the only way. Yeah, that's right. I- I just kissed her back to make it believable. It was all in the heat of the moment, that's all. All that adrenalin and survival instinct, how could I not? Feeling much better with her quick and ready logic, she sighed with relief. Still filled with nervous energy, she had to stifle a giggle. I kissed Shego.
Why does she have to be such a good kisser? Shego thought, sighing to herself and shaking her head to clear away the troublesome thoughts. Realizing her arms were still wrapped around Kim, she released her and stepped back.
"So, Princess?" she asked, looking at Kim, who was flushed and panting, knowing her face was similar. C'mon, Cupcake, don't lose it, just focus on the villain.
Oh, just go with it, Kim thought. Let's make Monique proud. It's not the craziest thing I've ever done to defeat a villain. Umm... maybe? She looked at pale green cheeks, flushed a dark green. Seems I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed. She filed it away with the kiss for later perusal.
"Well, Shego, twuuu wuv will always win the day," Kim crooned, arching an eyebrow and smirking.
There was silence for a second as both women looked at each other, and then they burst out laughing, the adrenalin and excitement of the night flowing from their bodies. That's how Faux found them, sitting in what remained of their booth and laughing.
"Beauty, Kim, you're okay," Faux called out as she ran through the tavern, dodging around all the shattered tables and chairs from Shego's explosion.
" 'Course we are," Shego assured her.
"We're just fine," Kim said cheerfully, trying to stand, her exhausted and aching legs currently refusing to obey her.
Faux threw her arms around a distracted Shego and gave her a massive hug, embarrassing Shego with her affection. Shego gently pushed her off in the direction of Kim, focusing her attention back on to the condition of her charge.
"You live close by, don't you, Faux?" Shego asked, turning her gaze to a pair of happy sky blue eyes.
"Yes, upstairs in fact." Faux said, pointing straight up.
"We're crashing your place then." Seeing the affirmative nod from Faux, she turned to Kim and held out a hand. "Carriage, Princess?"
"I'm fine, I'll walk," Kim stated.
Shego just stood there and stared at her. Gods, Kimmie, you're about to collapse and you still feel like you can do anything. Shaking her said, she said, "All right, Pumpkin, if you can manage ten steps, then I'll let you walk the rest of the way."
Kim opened her mouth to complain, but the expression on Shego's face said it was non-negotiable. "Ten steps. Easy."
"Lead on, Faux," Shego instructed as she bent down and picked up Kim's battered and bent crutch from the floor. She turned and offered the crutch to Kim. "After you, Pumpkin."
"This way," Faux instructed, gesturing towards the back of the tavern.
C'mon legs, Kim thought, propping the crutch on the ground. Her legs felt like jelly, but she gritted her teeth, and with the aid of the crutch she managed to stand. It's just walking, c'mon legs. Taking a tentative first step, she managed to stay on her feet.
"You collapse on me, and you'll never hear the end of it," Shego said.
"I was fine until we kissed," Kim fired back.
"Wait, WHAT?!" Faux shouted, spinning about and staring at the two women.
~o0o~
Faux and Kim were both grumbling to themselves as they all made their way up the back stairs to the apartment. Faux could not get past the fact that her heroes had kissed, kissed! Her KiGo fantasies were coming true, and she had missed it. Kim was annoyed because after five agonizingly slow steps, Shego had gotten fed up with her slow pace and picked her up, ignoring her cries of protest and embarrassment at being carried in front of someone else.
Faux stopped on the landing at the top of the stairs and turned around to look at Shego carrying Kim. She marveled at how Shego had her arms wrapped protectively around Kim, who had her head peacefully resting on Shego's shoulder.
My god, they're adorable.
"C'mon, Princess," Shego said, continuing her argument with Kim. "We both know you were going to make the ten steps."
"Then why?"
"Cause after those ten, you and I both know you were going to collapse." Shego leaned her head to the side and gently bumped it against Kim's.
"Fine! Perhaps," Kim agreed grudgingly.
"So, Faux," Shego said, stopping on the landing next to her. "You live above your own tavern, that's pretty convenient."
"You better believe it," Faux replied as she opened the door. "Now, you'll have to excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting company."
Walking in, Faux turned on the lights and went over to a security panel to turn off the alarm. Shego made a beeline with Kim over to a couch while they both looked around in curiosity at the apartment. It was all one big room, almost the size of the tavern downstairs. To one side was a modern looking kitchen with a huge counter. A sumptuous lounge, where they were currently, had the obligatory large screen television. To the far side was an open bathroom, complete with sunken bathtub and glass covered shower. The crowning glory of the apartment was at the far back, a massive wooden four poster bed, festooned with faery lights, twisted ivy, and diaphanous silken drapes.
"Be it ever so humble," Faux said, joining the two women.
"Faux, it's gorgeous," Kim gushed from the couch. Shego nodded her head in agreement.
"So what's the plan?" Faux asked, sitting down on the couches armrest and looking at the two women.
"We need drinks," Kim said automatically, looking up.
"Checking over Kimmie here," Shego said automatically.
"Drinks!" Kim said more forcefully, staring at Shego.
"Check-up!" Shego stated, standing over Kim.
Faux sat there and watched how the two women locked eyes with an intensity she had never seen before. She could almost feel the electricity crackling between the two women. Deciding to break the deadlock, no matter how exciting she found it, she cleared her throat. Both women's gazes suddenly focused on her, and she suddenly knew what it was like to be the proverbial deer in the headlights.
"Umm," Faux managed to get out. Oh come on, stiffen up. It's only your two heroes here in your home. What's there to be nervous about? Feeling the silence stretching out as the two women continued to stare at her, she finally managed to say, "I- I could get the drinks while you look after Kim?"
"Spankin'," Kim said, a happy smile on her face. Shego eventually nodded her acceptance.
"Do you have some loose boxers and a tee-shirt for Kimmie to put on?" Shego asked. "These are going to have to come off." She gestured at Kim's ripped and stained clothes.
"Sure do," Faux replied. "Walk In closets over there." She pointed to the far side of the bed. "Help yourself to whatever you need." Standing up, she walked into the kitchen and started looking for something for Kim and Shego to drink.
Shego stood there for a few seconds before calling out, "Do you have a medical kit?"
"I've got a basic one under the sink in the bathroom," Faux replied, her head in the fridge.
"Shego," Kim said, reaching out and touched her on the leg. "There's a fully equipped medical kit in Sadie's boot."
"Now you mention this? Geez, Kimmie, you really do enjoy making me your beast of burden."
"Hey, injured here, I can't think of everything," Kim huffed playfully, a smile on her face.
Sitting in silence, Kim watched as Shego went off to find something for her to slip into. Gingerly turning, she watched Faux rummaging around in the kitchen, resting her head back on the couch. Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was her body.
This is bad. I've probably ripped every stitch. She winced as another surge of pain ran up her side. The wince and grimace was noticed by Faux as she walked back over holding a few sports drinks.
As important as it was to look after Kim, Shego was enjoying her poke around Faux's huge walk-in closet. She loved to snoop, to find out secrets, it was another attraction to becoming the world's best thief. Pulling open one of the last drawers, a chink and clank greeted her from within. Picking up a pair of leather and chain manacles from the paraphernalia of sex toys, she could not stop the grin. Oh Faux, you naughty girl. In the last drawer, she found exactly what she was after.
"Ohhh, Princess," Shego sang as she walked back to the couch, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've got something for youuu."
Kim mentally braced herself. Anytime Shego spoke like that, it never boded well for her.
"Here you go," Shego announced, revealing the boxers and tee-shirt she had chosen. The boxers were a dark green, with a red 'Ki' coupled with a black 'Go', spelling 'KiGo'. The tee-shirt was black with an 'I heart S' logo on the front in flaming green letters.
"Oh, Beauty," Faux chortled, "you're a woman after my own heart." She turned and winked at Kim.
"Really?" was all Kim said, raising an eyebrow. KiGo and I love Shego. She sighed and pushed down the memory of that kiss.
"Here, hold these," Shego said, tossing the clothes to Faux along with a towel. "I'll be right back." She grabbed a sports drink and left the two women there as she headed off to get the medical kit.
Kim reached out slowly, grimacing as she held back a moan, and grabbed another drink, quickly downing it. She then turned her gaze to Faux, a frown on her face.
"Oh, Kim, surely you're not begrudging me my KiGo fetish," Faux said, chuckling. Seeing the corner of Kim's mouth twitch, she realized Kim was playing with her. "Besides, considering what else is in there, this is pretty tame."
"It's fine." Kim rested her hand on Faux's leg, seeing her shiver. Folding her hands back on her lap, she thought about the clothes and the last few days. "Well, considering what I've gone through over the last few days with Shego looking after me, this isn't too bad."
"Wha?!" came the astonished response from Faux.
"Oh, yeah, you wouldn't know since Shego chased away all the reporters. My mum did a sneaky deal with her behind my back." She smiled to herself at the memories. "She's looking after me til I'm better. You know, exercises and helping me around and such."
"Kim, that's amazing, tell me more." Faux leaned forwards, elbows on knees, chin in hand. "My KiGo hunger just went into overdrive."
~o0o~
Shego trotted down the back steps and looked over to where she had parked Sadie, surprised to see the car was no longer there. Standing there, she tapped her chin in thought. Intelligent cars with advanced weapons systems don't get trashed by monkeys. Nor do they up and leave without a reason. Soooo.
Cupping her hands around her mouth she shouted, "Sadie."
Instantly the sound of a car's engine roared into life from the far side of the tavern, coming closer. Tearing round the side of the tavern came Sadie, its lights on high beam and blinding Shego. She raised a hand in front of her eyes and watched as Sadie came to a stop in front of her.
"Shego, you're all right," Sadie said, Its voice was filled with worry. "How's Kim, is she okay?"
"We're both fine." Shego found herself patting the bonnet of the car. Geez, I'm comforting a car, how low have I sunk? Rubbing her eyes and shaking her head, she walked around to Sadie's trunk. "Open up, I need the medical kit."
"Why? What's wrong?" Sadie squeaked with worry.
"Calm down, geez, I said we were both fine. Just a few cuts and scrapes to take care of."
"Yes, okay, you're right," Sadie acknowledged, its boot opening up. "I tried to reach you, but there were too many combatants in the way. So I plotted your most likely escape route as being the main doors and parked myself there. I also informed Wade and Global Justice that Kim was under attack."
Ohhh great, that means GJ are on the way. Shego stared down at the gravel covered car park. Just what I need. She sighed deeply, already feeling a headache coming on, and it was called Global Justice.
"Is everything okay, Shego? You don't seem very happy that help is on the way."
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." She closed the boot and walked around to the front of the car. Well, going by GJ's standard response time, they'll be here pretty soon, so that fucks up an otherwise fun night.
Heading back to the stairs, Shego stopped and turned back to Sadie.
"One last thing, could you inform Nerd- Wade, that everything's okay? We don't need any more cavalry showing up."
"Of course," Sadie replied as it parked itself opposite the stairs.
~o0o~
Shego walked back into Faux's apartment and closed the door behind her. Looking over at the sofa, she saw how animated Kim and Faux were as they chatted about the evening's events.
"So, wait," Faux said, stopping Kim, "you used a kiss to defeat Monkey Fist?"
"We sure did." Kim felt a thrill run through her body at the memory. So don't need this right now! she silently groused.
"How is that possible? No pun intended." They both chuckled at the double meaning.
"Two main reasons." Kim raised the appropriate number of fingers. "Firstly." She ticked off one finger. "There's an unspoken agreement amongst the super-villains of the world that they don't attack each other's families. By Shego saying I was her date, that pulled me into the family category. Unfortunately, she's in a bit of a grey area at the moment with the whole world saving by my side thing, could've gone either way depending on the villain."
"Secondly." Kim ticked off her last finger. "It's all to do with psychology, but we weren't certain if it would work on Monkey Fist. He's not your typical take over the world villain."
Kim shifted a little to try and get more comfortable and immediately regretted it as parts of her body she did not know she had cried out in pain. Choking back a groan, she blinked a few times before continuing.
"All super-villains are craving attention, which we can drill down to being love. We then work that back to them needing to be loved. Whether it comes back to a mother, sister, or someone else, it's what they're looking for. So, when Shego and I... kissed, we... um, showed Monkey Fist our love for each other."
Seeing the wide eyes on Faux, Kim ran over what she had just said in her own head. 'Our love for each other.' Wait, what? "No, Faux, that's not what I meant," she quickly said, pleading with her to understand.
Faux sat there watching the most wonderful blush come over her hero's cheeks. Such lovely cheeks. Framing an even more perfect mouth. Whose full pink-petal lips had only a short time ago been fulfilling her KiGo fantasies with such passion they had defeated a villain. Lost in her world of earth shattering kisses, she never even heard Kim's plaintive objections.
"Give it up, Princess," Shego drawled, coming over to the couch and sitting on the armrest next to Kim. "Our secret love is out." She raised a hand to her head and sighed dramatically.
"Not - helping - Shego," Kim growled.
"When have I ever?" She dropped the medical kit on the ground next to Kim, cocking her head. "Oh, that's right, I'm helping right now, aren't I? Now, come on, it's time to strip." She stood up and walked around the couch next to Kim.
"Uh..." was all Faux could manage at the statement. The thought of Kim undressing in front of her broke through her erotic daydreams.
Kim and Shego looked at each other, then at Faux, having forgotten about the other woman. Another quick glance around the open apartment, and it was obvious that there was nowhere to change with any privacy. Shego nodded at Kim, letting her know it was her decision as to what to do.
Kim cleared her throat and looked at Faux, who was sitting there with wide eyes and a very red face. "Hey, Faux, if you could... sort of... turn around. That'd be okay." She smiled at the flushed woman.
"Uh... yeah... sure," came the weak reply.
~o0o~
Faux sat there facing the door, banished from the wonderful world of everything that was happening behind her. Letting her mind wander, she fantasized about what was happening at every sound and rustle of cloth.
Then a miniskirt flew over her shoulder, landing on the floor in front of her.
"Eep!?" Faux squeaked only to hear a chuckle from behind that could only have come from Shego. Then came the rest of Kim's apparel, all landing on the miniskirt. The black bustier caused her heart to skip a beat, but the lacy G-string landing on her shoulder almost caused her to faint.
"I know that's all you, Shego, and I'll find some way to repay you," she managed to get out. Another throaty chuckle from behind had goosebumps running up and down her spine. Leaving the g-string reluctantly on the ground with the rest of Kim's clothes, she sat there listening to Shego fuss over Kim.
"It's okay to turn around, Faux, this is going to take a while," Kim said.
Faux did not know she could spin that fast, but she did, only to gasp at the sight before her. There was Kim, in just the boxers, and with a towel covering her chest for modesty's sake. This was not what had caused her to gasp. No, it was the dozens of painful looking wounds covering Kim's body, the nastier ones covered in stained and bloody bandages. Her perfect skin was marred by hideous black and yellow bruising, covering her shoulders and all down her left hand side.
"My God! Kim! How are you-"
"Hey, it's no big." Kim managed a smile to calm the shocked woman.
"No, Princess, she's right. You need a hospital, this is beyond me," Shego said sternly, Faux nodding in agreement.
Kim broke out a small pout. "Please, no hospital."
"Kimmie, I have to. We're talking serious chance of infection here." She sighed at the sad look on Kim's face. "C'mon, you know I'm right." Smiling gently at her, she murmured, "Mistress/Bitch, remember?"
Kim hung her head, the small pout lost as her hair fell forwards. "I know, it's just... I was having such a good night... and to end it up in hospital," she said, sighing sadly.
Shego reached out a hand and gently cupped Kim's cheek. Kim leaned into the hand and closed her eyes, sighing again. It was tender, it was loving, it was compassionate, and yet neither saw it as such
"Don't worry, Princess, I'll make it up to you, and I'm sure Faux will be happy to help as well?"
"I'd love to!" Faux added enthusiastically. "As many KiGo orgasms as you can handle." Kim and Shego smiled at her, then Shego stood up, her face all serious.
"Okay then, Faux, can you find some clothes for Kimmie? The sooner we get her to a hospital, the better, it's not like they're going to come to..." her voice trailed off.
"Come to what?" Kim asked hopefully. I know that look. She's come up with something. Maybe I don't have to go to hospital after all? Sitting there between the two women, she waited for an answer.
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