Back again. Hopefully there aren't many issues with the formatting of this one. The doc bounced around a lot, Blackberry, Netbook with Open Office, Laptop with Word… and I'm a speedreader, so sometimes I don't notice missing words, etc., when I do my own proofing. Anyway, after the last couple of teases, I thought it was time to give the girls a break so…. Have fun. Thanks again for all the kind words, reviews, etc. Ye Old Legal stuff: Kim Possible, Shego, Will Du, Doctor Draken, Warmonga,Doctor Betty Director, Jack Hench, The Senor Seniors. and all other characters borrowed from the wonderful KP Universe are the creations of Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley, and those names are all trademarks of the Disney media organizations. Anna and Cyn are unique to this story but if you want to use 'em, they seem to be agreeable with that. If you want to use Jose Mendoza the GJ agent, he's also available, but says he only does straight porn. Although use in this context may be considered fair under parody law, just in case: this work was not created for profit, no money changed hands etc. Also, this story takes place at a time at which all characters shown should be considered to be over the legal age of 18… except, obviously Wade and the Tweebs.

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AT THE CENTERFOLD OF THE STORM

Chapter 14

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"Are you sure this place is going to be okay?" Kim asked, her arms filled to capacity with rolls of blankets, towels and spare clothing. The elevator ride down from the surface had been much longer than she expected, and this tiny room at the end of the shaft was just barely large enough to keep her from feeling a touch of claustrophobia.

Shego shrugged as she keyed the sixteenth of twenty seven access codes into the alpha-numeric keypad on the heavily reinforced door. "Could it be any worse than your place is right now? It should be fine, Princess. Staying here was my original plan anyway."

Kim nodded in acceptance. "Which is why you had the sleeping bag and all this other stuff in your trunk, I got it. I just didn't know Drakken had a lair this close to Middleton."

"No one knew… knows…," Shego corrected herself. "I checked the security grid and no one's been in here since the last time I did a security check. This was our Bolthole… the lair of last resort. After Dr. D's first encounter with Warmonga went sour, he figured he'd need a place no one could ever find and could stand up to what he thought the specs of Lowardian weapons were. I did a lot of the digging myself using a 'borrowed' GJ tunnel digger, then we brought in a Henchco team to do the basic engineering for us, then a third team of general contractors, all of whom were blindfolded and brought in from a third dummy drop off point. The final touch was that the payment was actually transferred from the Seniors account, not ours… I had SSS make the payments for training Junior directly to Henchco, and the Doc wrote me a check to cover it… which bounced, now that I think of it… but the end result is that Hench probably still thinks the Seniors own this place and they don't even know it exists." Shego paused and rolled up her shirt to expose one green nipple, flashing it in front of a small round scanner device, which made a positive sounding beep. "Um… okay… I need to see your breasts now Kim."

"What? What the hell kind of security system is this?"

Shego's smile was wry, bordering on smirk-dom. "You ever hear of anyone keeping a database of nipple patterns?"

"Uh… no."

"Then it's a pretty damn secure one," Shego concluded, now in full smirk. "It's got my lefty and righty, the Doc's as well as three of our senior henches, though none of those guys were ever actually here in person."

"Okay, there," Kim sighed, shyly lifting her shirt to expose herself to the former villain. "Hey wait, how could my nipples be in that database?"

"They're not," Shego grinned. "I just wanted to see them again."

"Oh God! You…!"

"Sorry sweetheart, tit for tat, you know?"

"Gah! If I wasn't flattered I'd pound you for that pun."

"Time for pounding later, Pun-kin," the former villain replied with absolutely no sign of repentance, as the massive door finally slid aside and they stepped into the next room. "So anyway, Doc was SUPPOSED to turn over all his lair coordinates to GJ as part of his amnesty deal, but I figured the sneaky bastard would have left this one out."

Despite having been in hundreds of lairs, this one still managed to take Kim's breath away. The roof was a good hundred feet above their heads, spanning a room that was easily twice that in every other dimension. The walls were lined with… currently inactive… machinery and boxes of emergency rations, and what was obviously intended to be a command center with a dozen workstations, a Star Trek-style Captain's chair, and even a long meeting table with ten chairs on either side and larger ones at each end. Illumination was provided by strings of worklights that ran across the ceiling, suspended almost invisible from thin black cables, and a single large halogen scoop that cast a soft ball of illumination into a circle at the exact center of the floor.

"Wow! It's huge!"

"Don't let the main room fool you," Shego countered, as she walked directly towards the lit up part of the floor. "It's good sized because we never subdivided it, and what were supposed to be the living quarters are really cramped and utilitarian. It'd be a lot smaller with the labs and whatever crap Drakken was working on taking up the middle, BUT… it is self sufficient as far as water and power goes, the showers and toilets work, and I had the basics of a good gym brought in for basic hench training on the assumption that we might have to go to ground for months."

Kim shivered. "You, Drakken and a hundred sweaty guys? Sounds like fun."

"Yeah, well…" Shego stopped and dropped the bundle she was carrying in the middle of the circled part of the floor. "Fun is where you find it."

"True…" Kim smiled back, rolling out the old tarp that had encased her own bundle, then watched as Shego placed her unzipped sleeping bag on top of that, to which Kim fianally added the spare blankets and pillows she'd trucked in. "There. All the comforts of home."

"All the important ones." Shego nodded, not looking at the bedding as she closed the distance between them. She had eyes for only one thing now.

"Yeah…" Kim responded, her eyes flashing in agreement as her own arms found their place around Shego's neck. "Now where were we…?"

"I think… here…"

And then conversation ceased as their lips met tentatively, then came together with greater force. Not that they were quiet… the animal sounds that exploded from Kim surprised her, but they were echoed by pleased purrs from her chosen partner. Now the battle they had fought so often with their bodies moved to their mouths as their tongues met and explored each other, even as their hands began to remove each others' clothing. Having ascertained that they were indeed each other's physical equal, there was no need to fight for dominance… not this time anyway. Not when there was so much else still to discover. How could every encounter be so different, Kim marveled, and yet all so wonderful?

She wasn't sure whose knees failed first, but suddenly they were kneeling on the sleeping bag, and now that there was nothing separating them, it was as if their bodies became two halves of a single whole… a whole that was completely preoccupied with itself. Touching… stroking… tasting… they fell again to their sides, moving seamlessly together, first one on top and then the other, as arms, breasts and anything else that came into range of their combined sensory apparatus became a new miracle to behold and sample. At one point Kim was briefly aware that she was sucking on Shego's left big toe, while the green woman was slowly gnawing a lover's mark into the soft curve behind Kim's knee. And then Kim was contemplating putting her mouth in a place she'd never contemplated putting it before, but she did and while the taste itself was surprising, the delightful tremors it sent through her lovers body rippled back and through her own in a shared ecstasy that defied all description.

And that first set of shared orgasms was just the first of many. Their stamina was outmatched only by their… love, yes Kim was finally ready to use that word… and as they continued to plunge in their mad fall to total satiation, they stopped only once, as their eyes exchanged emotions so deep that Kim thought she could gladly drown among them.

"It'll hurt?"

"Yes, it will," Shego replied. "But it's okay. I want you to…"

"I've never been afraid of pain, Shego. And neither have you."

"Together then…"

And it did hurt, but only for a moment, and then they were completely and inextricably one as even those last barriers were swept aside.

This was all so impossible Kim, thought. It's been less than two days…

And yet…

This was how it was fated to be. How could it have been anymore perfect?

And with her heart fuller than it had ever been, then Kim had ever imagined it could be, she continued onward, without fear…

As she and Shego made love on the floor in the middle of Drakken's lair.

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Afterwards, snuggled together with just a single sheet to cover their naked, still sweating bodies, Kim looked down at the green woman who had cuddled herself into the folds of Kim's curves, a look on her face quite unlike any Kim had ever imagined. This was a Shego that dated back years, to a time when she didn't know constant fear, when she felt… protected.

Odd, Kim thought. That that little smile can mean so much.

But it did. It meant everything.

'I love her,' she thought in… it wasn't quite shock… but it was definitely a form of awe. 'I think I always have…'

"And I know I always will…"

It was earthshaking. It was world rocking. It was… simply how it was.

And it was how Kim intended for it to always be.

As she pondered that, for how to make it possible, she stared up into the huge dark recesses of the ceiling high overhead, past the central sun of the main lamp and the surrounding stars of the work lights, running though every possibility she could imagine…

And then an idea began to form.

"Shego…?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know Brain. Now that I've discovered multiple orgasms, I think the whole conquering the world thing is a real waste of time."

Kim grinned and hugged her new favorite cuddle-buddy tightly.

"In that case, I think this is an idea you're really going to like."

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Agent First Class Will Du stood rigidly at attention and attempted to stare at a spot somewhere behind the woman on the other side of the desk… because staring ANYWHERE except at that single omnipotent eye was preferable to what he knew would happen if he did. With her poor depth perception he might just be able to get away with it, was he…?

Oh crap, he'd looked into her eye and she had him. Now he was a bird, trapped in the gaze of a cobra: mesmerized… and doomed.

"So…" The cyclopean woman who ran Global Justice and was now the third scariest woman Will Du had ever met… interrupting both Kim Possible and Shego in a moment of personal indiscretion had quickly made him realize that there WERE worse fates than what Doctor Director might dish out… spoke with almost exaggerated elocution. "Your full assault group broke into the safe house that you, yourself, had verified the security of, against the specific recommendations of Agent Mendoza, who was the spotter you had personally chosen, rendering said safe house essentially uninhabitable. And as a result of these actions, you found what?"

Still, Will thought, the third scariest woman in the world was still pretty damn scary. And because he was in his standard suit, not the combat wear, he didn't have the benefit of the flak-uniform's adult diaper.

"Um... we found the subject and her houseguest in a state of flagrant delecto."

"In English please." The single eyebrow above the moving eye raised, the one above the eyepatch remaining curiously fixed in place. Did she practice that gesture? 'Cause it was DAMNED intimidating. "And could you please be a bit more precise with your phraseology."

'My kingdom for a Depends,' Will thought desperately. "Uh... they were naked and appeared to be about to engage in sexual... uh... sexu... relations, Ma'am."

The eye was unmoving and Will realized he was supposed to continue.

"Specifically, Subject Possible was on top of Subject Shego and her left hand was about to..."

"Yes, I believe that will do, Du," The Director relented, and Will realized that he actually felt like Du doo. And this was no reprieve… the Director was just moving on to an attack on a different front. "I've got a fairly comprehensive summary of those details from the rest of your team, including three conclusive statements that Miss Possible's hair color is indeed natural."

"So, not only did you breach your own security perimeter," She continued, "But using the hidden door removal charges that have been an eyes-only secret that we've maintained for five years, you simultaneously managed to blow that secret AND to cast GJ in just about the worst possible light in the eyes of our number one target for recruitment of the past decade."

And even in his fear, Will had to admire the fact that she'd been able to slide that last bit in. If there was anything that humbled him, it was the fact that EVERYONE in GJ seemed to think that Possible, not Du, was somehow the vision of the future. And if he kept screwing up like this, that would include him.

He really had hit rock bottom. Oh hell, he'd passed that a while ago and was now digging out the special Will Du sub-sub-sub-basement.

"Now then, with all that in mind, Mister Du," Doctor Director's voice was eerily calm and rational. "Can you think of a single reason why I SHOULDN'T have you transferred to our GJ branch in Antarctica?

Was it a trick question? "Um... because we don't have one, Ma'am?"

"Well, maybe we ought to. I saw MARCH OF THE PENGUINS. Seems like those little guys could use some heavily armed protection." Oh thank God, Will thought, he saw the barest hint of a smile behind that. He might get out of this alive.

With a sigh of exasperation, Betty Director finally motioned for him to take a seat. He took the far one to the left. Furthest from 'the eye.'

"Seriously, Will, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry ma'am. But our interior sensors..."

"The sensors that I personally swore to Miss Possible would NOT be active in the Apartment she was HOUSE-sitting for us?"

"Yes, uh... those. Well, they all started going off... wall fractures, floor impacts... and it seemed to me that something MIGHT be happening in there."

"Might is a very weak word to commit a full team on. More importantly, have you ever heard of a device called a PHONE? Call her, beep her? When you want to reach her?"

"Um..." Will looked away. He wasn't about to admit that he'd been rather intimidated by the response he'd received that last time, when Shego had unexpectedly answered the phone.

Except to himself. In a breakthrough moment he finally came to grips with the fact that what was really holding him back wasn't Kim Possible, it was himself. Will Du… hadn't been doing very much to show what he was capable of lately.

"And furthermore," Doctor Director was saying, "Did you really think a team of just a dozen GJ agents, however well armed, would be capable of taking on something that could actually take down the combined capabilities of Kim Possible AND Shego?

"I… I guess I just thought that maybe it was Shego..."

Doctor Director's voice was soft, but there was a shaft of iron running through it. "Who is ALSO supposed to be under our protection per the terms of her amnesty agreement. And you thought she might have been attacking Kim the day AFTER spending the night in her apartment? The day after she went out of her way to call MY attention to the fact that she was there in the first place? A call that was oddly never forwarded to me, and which I learned of through Agent Mendoza's specific notation of it in his incident report?"

"I… I wasn't thinking Ma'am."

"No. You weren't. And if you weren't such a good agent in every other respect, figuring out what to do with you would be a lot easier."

Will looked up in surprise. Doctor… Betty Director was actually giving him a rather maternal smile. "No, you're probably NOT going to Antarctica, Will. But I will come up with something equally nasty just so nobody thinks I'm playing favorites, so be prepared. Fortunately for you, I have to figure out how to handle my next interview and I'm frankly too worried about that one to focus on you at the moment."

"Your next interview, ma'am?" Will blurted before he thought. He was the LAST of the assault team to go through the review process so…

"Yes," Dr. Director frowned and Will was surprised to see the level of worry on her face. NOTHING scared Doctor Director. "It seems that Shego and Ms. Possible have requested a few moments of my time this afternoon, and under the circumstances I can hardly refuse to see them, can I?"

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Betty Director stood as the two remarkable young women entered her office. It wasn't just the fact that Global Justice, of which she was the living personification, owed them an apology. It was that it was finally time to deal with them as they deserved to be. With respect.

"Ladies," She said with her best formal smile painted on her face. She didn't normally wear makeup, but given the recent revelations about the women's apparent sexuality… well, it probably wouldn't hurt.

Kimi and Shego's faces didn't give anything away as they nodded acceptance and went to the proffered sofa opposite her desk. Interesting. Most people brought in usually chose the standalone chairs to either side, but they'd picked the seats most directly across from her. Of course, they'd both been in this room before… but never together. Never as a… team? Betty wondered.

No… more than that, she observed, noting the body language, side-to-side eye contact. And then all was made clear by the possessive hand Kim casually draped on Shego's thigh as she leaned forward, while Shego lazed back… not demurely, but definitely more relaxed… contented… than Betty had expected. She'd assumed that Shego would be the primary force to deal with here… the dominant partner… but at the very least the green woman was treating the younger woman as a complete equal. Apparently the motto anything's possible for a Possible wasn't just lip service. Or Kim was capable of some other truly spectacular form of same. Perhaps both. Either way, it was quite daunting to comprehend that two of the most valuable assets on the planet had combined to become one… singular negotiating entity. It would be fascinating if it wasn't also… terrifying.

Because Betty Director knew more about Shego and Kim than they probably knew about themselves… she'd had more than adequate reason to amass massive files on both women, dating back to when they were infants. Of course, the spectacular intelligence SNAFU that had missed any indications of a romantic relationship was proof that GJ's Analysis Branch wasn't perfect. Betty had gone back over a sampling of surveillance tapes in the aftermath of the discovery and seen all the signs, now that she knew what to look for… how the two had always gone straight for each other, no matter what the situation, breaking off only at the last possible moment. It was the weirdest courtship she'd ever seen, but that's obviously what it was. Which was why she was quite positive that whatever was negotiated today would have an extremely lasting effect on the future of Global Justice.

Shego's assets were fairly obvious. Her plasma powers seemed to be almost limitless, her healing abilities amazing and her strength superseded only by that of her brother Hego. But there was a great depth to the woman that most missed. Despite already having super powers, the woman had gone on to master a huge variety of martial arts simply for the challenge, and could pilot almost any vehicle ever built. Her skills as a thief were unsurpassed… there might be a few on her level, but none of the others had to work within the confines of having one of the most recognizable faces… well, skins, to be honest… on the planet. That made the period where she had literally disappeared for over a year even more impressive. To this date, nobody knew where she had been or what she had been doing from the time she quit Team Go to when she suddenly appeared with Drakken.

Doctor Director WAS one of the handful of people who knew what had happened to cause the woman's slide into villainhood… Betty had spent over two years digging up the information herself, then had destroyed the file she'd found when she learned the truth. It had been very hard after that to maintain their pursuit of the then-villain, because Betty knew that she herself would probably have become a lot more… vicious.

But as amazing as Shego was, it was Kim Possible who truly fascinated Doctor Director. The girl seemed to be able to do anything she set her mind to… and the limits of that mind had yet to be tapped. The daughter of one of the nation's top five physicists AND engineers, and one of the best brain surgeons in the world, she was brilliant enough to already have a dozen patents in her name. But as impressive as her intellectual achievements had been, there were other aspects of her mind that only a handful knew of. Because Kim's incredible abilities as a fighter were almost completely attributable to her brain. Yes, she had a phenomenal physique that she kept in unbelievable shape, but her almost intuitive ability to absorb martial arts the way other people learned song lyrics was unmatched. And then, if that wasn't enough, there was the SPEED at which Kim thought. The girl… woman now… didn't have reaction times. She had pre-reaction times. It seemed impossible, and the scientists in Analysis were still arguing about whether her brain was simply capable of analyzing data so fast that she could determine multiple threads of probabilities on the fly, or if she actually had some form of precognitive ability.

Doctor Director had no doubts on the subject. The most powerful pre-cog Global Justice had ever found had confirmed that Kim, indeed, seemed to be a latent PSI. Of course, that information was so ultra-classified that only the person who had determined that fact knew of its existence, as the surest way to ruin a secret would be to share it. How convenient that the pre-cog who had figured it out happened to be one Betty Director.

She still remembered that flash… the furthest into the future she'd ever had… as if it had just happened. Global Justice HQ, at least twenty years from now. How in her dream she'd looked up at the one-eyed woman sitting in the main command seat and been stunned to see, not her own face, but Kim's.

Which was why, no matter what it took, Betty Director was going to do whatever it took to make sure that the futures of Kim Possible and Global Justice were forever intertwined. Because she'd seen other visions, other futures that might be, and only the one where Kim Possible led was a place where Betty would wish those she loved to live.

So, how to approach this new version of Kim… who was suddenly seeming much more grown up than the girl Betty had essentially tricked into protective custody. This woman wouldn't fall for that, especially with Shego's skills and experience to back her up.

'Let's try humor,' Betty decided.

"I don't suppose you came down to take advantage of our latest enlistment bonus program, did you?" She smiled pleasantly.

"Actually," Kim replied with the smooth assurance of a cardshark with three aces up her sleeve. "Here's the thing, Betty: You can't have me, but I can be had."

And with that Doctor Director was all ears. Suddenly, she had a feeling she could really come to like this new, slyly grinning Kim Possible.

Oh, yes indeed.