I stare at the heap of messed up raven-black hair on my pillow in wonder. I notice I am still holding her in my arms. How on earth did I get to be with this wonderful girl? She is everything I adore in a lover. She is witty, intelligent, gentle (if she wants to), nice (same as before), curious, adventurous, caring and loving all at the same time. Concerning this, the fact she is both beautiful and sexy is a mere bonus. Though I ought to say, it is a bonus I enjoyed very much last night.
I softly stroke her hair. She is still half asleep, but I can hear her let out a contented sigh. I can hardly believe I got to be her first as she got to be mine. And as far as I am concerned, she is going to be the first and only person I am ever going to sleep with. I just hope she feels the same way as I do.
I can feel her body against mine. With the one arm that is still around her I can just feel her waist, but I remember every detail. The curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the abs down her flat belly, her long legs. And everything I between them. I softly nuzzle her neck, soaking in her scent.
Just at this moment, the door flies open. "Kimberley Ann Possible, I am gonna remind you one last time…" Damn, it seems like I was so comfortable I overheard Mom's knocking. "Okay, young girl, I am gonna see you and your boyfriend downstairs in fife minutes." Wait, boyfriend? It then occurs to me the only thing Mom can see are a heap of red and a heap of black hair, so she assumes it a boy next to me in the bed. "Oh, and for the record: The only people who are allowed to have sex in this house are your Dad and I." At this comment, my ears are turning crimson red.
The moment the door shuts behind Mom, Shego turns to me. "I told you this might happen, pumpkin."
"I know", I say. "I still wouldn't want to turn back time if I had the chance to. There is no way I would want to miss last night." I kiss her softly. "Come on, "boyfriend", let's face our trial."
A few minutes later I enter the kitchen. We agreed I would better go alone first to explain some things. "Where is your boyfriend?", Mom asks me directly.
Dad seems somewhat stressed. "You did use some kind of protective, didn't you?" He really is overprotective. Like I would risk getting pregnant like that.
"It didn't seem very necessary", I answer, knowing a moment later that this was the wrong thing to say as both my parents stare at me in utter shock. "Not like that", I hasten to add, "it's just there is no way she could possibly get me pregnant." The first half of it is out. So I am with a girl. If my parents accept that, I can add the second half, the one about the wanted criminal, and we will see what happens. It seems to work out okay, way better than I thought given the circumstances (after all I had not planned to tell my parents after my mother walking in on us). Dad seems surprised, but not shocked. Mom even gives me a look that says something like: I knew that already.
"I tried my best, though, princess", a well-known voice adds from the off. I can feel a heavy blush creeping up my cheeks; remembering last night I know exactly what she is talking about.
I can see the wheels inside Mom's head turning. She has to remember Shego's voice. We once met her together, and she was here when she was Miss Go. There are not that many people who would call me princess as well. It is hard to forget a person who has green skin and throws plasma bolts, kidnapped you once and fights your daughter on a regular basis. Obviously she remembers her all too well, because she gives another look that this time clearly says: You cannot be serious.
Dad. however, is still oblivious. He is trying to stomach the fact I am with a girl, while the second surprise is already walking into the room.
"Weren't you a wanted criminal last time we looked?", Mom asks Shego, finally regaining her voice.
Shego just shrugs. "I still am. I can stop though. I can see the doubts you have, but really it ain't gonna change anything." She gently rests her hand on my arm. looking at my parents directly.
My mother smiles at this, but looks at me. "You gotta choose, Kimmie-cub. I will be okay with it if you want to be with Shego, though I would prefer if you could be so without having to look for asylum in another country." I laugh.
"Thank you, Mom." I hug her close. "We will find a way, I promise." I turn to Dad. He still looks somewhat surprised, but manages to nod an approve. I never had hoped it to be this easy.
Shego pulls me out of the room. "I am glad that worked out well. But we're both on different sides, still. So what we're gonna do now, princess?"