Kim Possible: A Blonde Moment "0330"
By: Eoraptor
"Kim Possible" owned by the Walt Disney Corporation, see top of part 1 for full disclosures.
AN: takes place in season 4.
AN/A: A few people have commented about my seeming focus on Ron's "happy pants" over Yori. While I know it can be annoying or offensive to constantly read about that, there is a reason for it if you delve deeper in this story. When I began crafting the two different relationships portrayed in "A.B.M." (no, Bonnie/Larry doesn't count) I wanted to portray two different aspects of love, especially teenaged love.
-Ron and Yori reflect the physical side of things. The pawing at each other, the almost physical need, and the way Ron's body keeps betraying his mind and causing him to make suspect decisions.
-Kim and Shego, on the other hand, represent the angsty emotional component. Will she/won't she ask me out, does she really like me or is it just hormones? Am I worthy? Etc…
And since people pick up on physical signs such as Ron's perpetual hardon more easily than emotional signs, well… I guess maybe some have been missing the emotional pair and I've apparently not been pointing them out as clearly as I'd hoped. So anyways, there's why. Also, after this chapter, don't worry; Ron and Yori and Kim and Shego will be too busy to be pawing at each other, emotionally or physically, for a while.
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Ron and Yori were making their way back to Ron's parent's house in a fairly heavy silence. Ron was filled with a storm of conflicting emotions that he didn't know how to deal with. Among those were anger with Kim for not believing more in him, anger with Yori for not backing off after the numerous times he'd asked her to, confusion over the feelings each girl instilled in him, confusion at Shego's completely non-sequitorous behavior tonight, Irritation at Wade for not telling him about Kim's "affliction," and on and on.
Yori, for her part, knew she had crossed a line in attacking Kim-san. She also knew that Ron was not likely to forgive her for it easily. She realized now that perhaps Wade-san was correct in his assessment of her being "afflicted" and "got by Drakken" after all.
Ron heard car doors closing and looked up in the street lights, as it was well on towards 9 pm now. His parents were loading up the family car, again! He sighed and was about to say something to Yori, when he felt a whoosh of air next to him.
Yori had vanished, and try as Ron might, he could not see to where, since the street lamp was far too slender for even the lithe ninja to hide behind. He knew that for a fact, because he had tried that himself.
Grumbling and scrubbing his hand over his face, he made his way across to the driveway, where his dad was parking.
"Oh, Ronald! I'm sorry son, but your mother's bank needs her to go to Duluth for some conference. Hanna and I are riding along. You'll be on your own for a few more days." His father sighed after lifting the new, armor-plated play pen into the trunk.
"Oh man!" the blonde boy scuffed his shoe on the pavement and sighed. "Dad, I kinda wanted to talk to you about some… things… and I need a man's advice."
Ron had learned the hard way after a few abortive attempts, that Steve Barkin's advice… well… sucked. "A real man is big and/or strong" and things of that ilk.
"Well son, I've always got time for you… what seems to be the problem?"
Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, Ron looked anywhere but at his dad, "Well, it's about Kim and I…"
"Oh! Did you solve this nasty shampoo problem of hers?"
"Not exactly, but we're working on it. Look dad… Um… how do I put this? How do you deal with it when you have one totally awesome girl you really love; but this other one, who's awesomely baddical in a totally different way, is making a hard play for you?"
Mr. Stoppable took a long look at his son, arching a brow. "Well son, you have to decide what you're feeling for each girl… is it love, or is it just lust?"
"Love… or lust?" the blonde boy parroted after a moment. "Um… Explain?"
"Well Ronald... You're a young man now. It's about time you understood that there's more to women and men than the birds and bees." Ron's dad paused in loading the car to turn and face him. "There are a lot of very attractive women out there vying for a man's attention. Believe me, I know; I meet them every time I go out to a convention or a dinner."
After pausing a moment to further consider his explanation, Mr. Stoppable continued. "Lust is a natural thing that all men and women go through when we want for something that we don't actually need. Not just sex, but that's the most common form."
Ron nodded. He could understand that much, that wasn't his problem. His problem was in dealing with two girls and his increasingly conflicted feelings. "…and?"
"…and I know that sometimes it can be difficult to keep your eye from roving and the rest of you from following when someone offers… things… that you don't get at home. So the question you have to ask yourself is this. Is what you're feeling for this other 'badical girl' lust for some physical thing? Or is it love for something you actually need in your life that you've been missing? And either way, is that worth what you'd be giving up to have it?"
Ron boggled. His father seemed to have summed up all his doubts. Beyond that, Dad seemed to actually have some experience in this matter from the way he was presenting it to Ron. "Wow…" was all he could muster for a long moment, during which his mom and baby sister came out with the last few things for their trip.
Seeing his family getting ready to load up spurred the awkward boy to ask another question while he had the chance, "So… how do I know the difference between love and lust? How do I know if it's worth giving up what I've got, which is bon diggity?"
Ron's father sighed and shook his head, a knowing smile borne of experience crossing his face. "That's something only you can figure out, son."
"Awwwe man!" Ron whined as his father got into the car. This left him no closer to his answer than he was already, in his opinion.
"Take care Ron, I know you'll figure this out. I trust you to make the right decision. We'll be back Friday evening."
As the family pulled away, Ron's mother turned to her husband after taking in her son's crestfallen expression, "What was that about hon?"
"Our boy is having a little crisis of the heart, dear… But I think he already knows what choice to make."
Ron watched the car disappear, and wasn't so certain.
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Kim drove all night long, trying to cool down. She'd recently learned the serenity of a late night drive by herself; and thanks to the new engines the tweebs had put in the Sloth, she didn't even need to stop for gas.
As she drove, Kim was wrestling with all the stressors and revelations of the night. What was she going to do about Ron? That darned ninja slut was hanging all over him, and obviously distracting him. No, more than distracting him, she was seducing him!
Beyond that, what was up with Sheshona, Shego, Elsb- no, not that one… What was going on with the mercenary who was staying at her house? She wasn't acting like the hard-bitten warrior Kim knew so well. In fact, she didn't even seem to be certain of her own name any more. And why was Kim herself feeling so forgiving?
The cheerleader knew that Shego was not Miss Go, she had said as much to her mother. Miss GO had been Kim's friend; a very good friend. Shego, however, was a hardened and unapologetic criminal. Yet, Kim had held and comforted that criminal this afternoon when she'd cried. She could sympathize with what the villainess was going through.
"WHY?!" she demanded of the sound-deadened interior of her magenta super-car. She wanted to know why it was she could suddenly forgive Shego's actions when she never could before.
Then there were the snippets she'd managed to catch from Wade during her battle with Yori. As Kim drove on into the night, traveling Colorado back roads and rolling through the backcountry, she tried to piece together what she had heard. She could tell, like she thought she heard Wade say, that her aggression was up.
Unfortunately, all the driving didn't give Kim any answers to any of her worries this night. All she did was drive, look up through the glass top of the Sloth at the stars, and ruminate on her problems. Finally, exhaustion started setting in, brought about by the stress of thinking, and the endurance drain of driving several hours.
The blonde set the auto-drive and the car brought itself back to Middleton as she stared up at the night sky still more. She felt very… alone… as the magenta super-car wound through the suburbs. It seemed no one else was dealing with all these sorts of issues aside from her.
Looking down as she saw a familiar pattern of streetlamps, Kim sighed and saw the time.
It was three-thirty in the morning now; had she really been driving and ruminating that long? Oh well. Switching back to driver mode, Kim turned the sloth to all-electric-mode and silently pulled into the driveway. She couldn't shake that lonely feeling as she exited the Sloth and quietly shut the door.
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Shego finally hurled the sheets off her body and sat up, irritably. She'd been tossing and turning in the guest bedroom for hours now, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep. She knew what was that was bothering her, but she wasn't ready to deal with it yet. Not here… in the den of the enemy. She could deal with this when she was loose and on her own again.
She reached for the glass by the nightstand and tilted it to her lips, only to be rewarded with a few lukewarm drops of water, and a lot of air. "Darn it…"
Grumbling at the lack of refreshment, and more so at the leashing of her tongue yet again, she got up and wandered down the stairs to the kitchen. She pressed the glass against the dispenser built into the family fridge and let it fill with chilled water, sighing at a minor headache building in the back of her head.
This was another thing she'd not had to deal with before this week; aches and pains. Taking the glass to the sink in the near-darkness of the kitchen, Sheshona leaned against the counter and looked out into the back yard through the moon-lit window. She wasn't looking forward to being a mere mortal for the rest of her life.
The other problem, the one that was keeping her awake, was pushed aside in favour of this self-pity problem. Honestly, as much as she complained bitterly about it at the rent-a-lair, the Greek woman wouldn't mind not being green any more. She liked standing out, liked being unique… but the stares got to her every now and then. Being the center of attention was one thing, but being stared at was another thing entirely.
The rest, though, bothered her. Sheshona didn't want to wear glasses and contacts. She didn't want to worry about things like being stabbed, shot, and falling from great heights. She definitely didn't want to have to rely on guns for the rest of her criminal life in lieu of her plasma powers. She looked down at her other hand, the one still wrapped in a layer of gauze from the burns she had earned escaping Drakken's lair days before. That should have healed in seconds, a few minutes at the most. What good was she in the villain game if she could be so easily wounded now?
"Ha… Like anyone would have a washed up ex-hero, ex-supervillain, ex-sidekick like me." she grumbled. She took a long pull from the water, letting the cool liquid soothe some of her irritability and headache.
Turning a bit in the darkness, she looked at the clock atop the stove, and grumbled again. This was why she had a headache, she'd left glasses upstairs and now was virtually blind; straining to make out anything more than a few feet in front of her. After a bit of concentration, Shego finally made out the red LED clock built in to the stove and sighed. Three-thirty A.M. Had she really been tossing in bed for five hours?
"Yeah… a blind, washed up ex-hero, ex-supervillain, ex-sidekick like me." She sighed again, returning her gaze to the soft moonlight outside the window.
With a sense of lonely embitterment, the woman who was alternately Shego and Sheshona Elsbeth Go leaned heavily on the sink and let the night wash over her, wishing the silence of the house extended to include her own thoughts.
Kim slipped silently into the kitchen from the garage, and was a bit startled to see a silhouette at the sink. After a moment of concentration on the shapely body caught in the light of the half-moon; Kim realized it was Shego, and her initial apprehension relaxed, replaced once more by her own internal isolation.
Heedless of her normal antipathy towards the older fighter, Kim obeyed an impulse in her heart and slipped behind Sheshona. She felt lonely, and the teenage girl in her just wanted a hug from someone, anyone, before she went to bed. Leaning against the taller woman, Kim wrapped her arms around Sheshona's waist and rested her cheek between the woman's shoulders, inhaling through her hair softly and relaxing.
Shego tensed instantly at the contact. Who the hell had snuck up on her?! No one snuck up on the great Shego! After a second though, she remembered whose house she was in. Her skin confirmed a moment later that it must be Kim, because of the size of the body resting easily against her own. Yes, only the teen hero had a hope in hell of sneaking up on her, and that was on her best day. She was just distracted tonight was all.
Sheshona began to relax again and leaned forward once more. She was once more clad only in a pink tank top and panties borrowed from the girl behind her, and the warmth was welcomed in the chill of the night. Standing in the moonlight, she continued to relax, again allowing the night to consume her. This time though, her mind stayed silent, simply existing and enjoying the contact.
Kim relaxed further against the taller woman and entwined her fingers around the bare, muscular belly they rested against. The kitchen was cool this evening, and Shego felt warm against her cheek, where it rested on the woman's olive skin between her shoulders. A faint, content sigh escaped Kim's lips and rolled over Sheshona's shoulders.
The warm breath caused Shego to sag forward further and murmur with relaxation. Suddenly, the silence wasn't so annoying. And her headache had faded, a small part of her noticed. Mostly, she noticed the warmth though. She was beginning to notice that lack of plasma fire meant she could actually get cold. It had started earlier today, but now it seemed worse. She definitely appreciated the warmth of the teen against her.
Inhaling softly, and holding on to the thief, Kim sighed again, breathing gently and squeezing the other woman softly. Hugs were always good after a long day. The newly-blonde girl was surprised how soft Shego's skin was; she'd always thought it would be sort of dry and rubbery, with the way it was green-gray and constantly exposed to plasma heat and everything.
Without thinking, Kim pressed her lips to the soft, inviting skin and breathed softly. The touch of her lips evolved into a soft kiss, which was followed by another, as Kim squeezed the warm woman again and sighed softly.
Sheshona began to melt back against Kim and purred out softly, her lips parting in relief and enjoyment. She reached down and caressed the arms wrapped about her.
As if of one mind, both women froze at the same instant, realization setting in.
'Why am I kissing Shego?'
'Why am I letting Kim kiss me?'
Kim backed up slightly, and Shego turned around in her arms. The two women looked at each other nervously, their hearts accelerating in time with each other. Uncertainly, the darker woman leaned down and closed her eyes, her body operating on autopilot it seemed. Kim mimicked her movements, closing her eyes and arching upwards hesitantly.
As their lips met, electricity arced between the two young women. Kim's arms again tightened around Sheshona. Sheshona slowly folded her arms around Kim, pulling her closer.
'Why am I kissing Kim?'
'Why am I letting Shego kiss me?'
'Why am I enjoying it?' they both thought in unison.
After a long moment, the kiss broke, and the women rested their foreheads against each other. Their eyes still closed, each sighed deeply and licked her own lips, still tasting the other.
After a long moment of silence that easily qualified as pregnant, Kim managed to speak; almost panting with a mixture of nervousness, surprise, and what she now realized was arousal, "So… Elsbeth, what…"
"What was that, bubblebutt?" Shego's own breathing was quick and flustered as she spoke, tingling as she felt Kim's breath against her lips, and utterly terrified of opening her eyes. "I don't know."
"Well, off hand I'd say it was a kiss." Kim smirked softly, but she felt like she could practically taste her heart at the back of her throat. Her mind continued, 'like, the best one I've ever had'
"Hey, leave the sarcasm to the experts, Bubblebutt…" Unknowingly, Shego matched Kim's soft smirk, but with their eyes still closed, their foreheads still touching, neither girl knew. 'but I'll leave the kissing to you… cause damn that was good!'
Managing to gain a little more control over her breathing, Kim continued after a moment. "Shego… I don't know why I did that. I mean… I never…"
"Yeah… me either Kim," she whispered softly, not trusting herself yet to speak more loudly.
"What do you mean you never- Wait… did you just call me…?"
"Yeah, I guess I did…" Sheshona sighed heavily at the admission, and finally forced her brown eyes own, looking at the pale, freckled face so close to hers. "And I meant I never thought about kissing you before. Not before this week anyway."
Kim could almost sense that Shego had opened her eyes. So she finally worked up the courage to open hers as well. "I Um… I meant I never kissed a girl before. But no… I didn't think about kissing you before either, not before just now."
Kim stiffened when she felt movement behind her, until she realized it was the woman she was holding, caressing her back softly. Then she heard a familiar throaty chuckle and returned her attention to Sheshona. "What?"
"I've never kissed a girl either… Plenty of women, yes. And men? Hoooh boy yes! But never a girl…"
Blushing intently and looking away, Kim sighed. "Wade said something about my pheromones being all out of whack. Maybe that's why-,"
Her reasoning was silenced by Shego drawing her chin up, and pressing their lips together tenderly for a long moment.
Finally, the need for air, and to speak, overwhelmed the feeling in Kim's belly to hold on to the kiss longer. She broke away, looking up at the older woman in amazement, "But Sheg-,"
Her voice was silenced again, this time by Shego's fingers against her lips as the older woman leaned back to look at her. "Gotta say, Princess, I'm really not digging this dumb blonde act of yours."
She smiled softly and finally removed her finger tips from the blonde's lips, wrapping her hand again about Kim's waist. "Bubblebutt, pheromones would explain why I kissed you… not why you kissed me." She smirked broadly, arching a brow imperiously, "Kissed me first, I might add."
Kim blushed again, but this time it was more natural, less like a bright red light bulb. Then it faded quickly as time caught up with her. Groaning, she rested her head on Shego's shoulder, "Shit… What does all this mean? And what about Ron? I love him!"
The Mediterranean woman sighed heavily as Kim forced reality back for them both. She rested her lips against the blonde crown of Kim's head, but then turned away. Kim was involved. With a doofus who she didn't seem that into at the moment, but she was still involved. Finally, she turned away from Kim, separating them and looking once more out at the cold, lonely moon.
"Elsbeth?" Kim moved to reach for her again.
Shego growled faintly to herself. Why did she get a shiver when Kim called her that? She held up a hand, stopping Kim. "When the freak did I learn to be so selfless? This is what I get for hanging around a hero."
Turning, she gave Kim a weary look. "Bubblebutt, firstly… could you please stop swearing? Or at least let me join in the fun?"
"Oooops! Okay, um… you can… speak freely?" Kim bit her lip and blushed, having forgotten she'd done that to Shego again, what with everything else on her mind.
"Fuck…" Shego sighed with almost physical relief, "That's better. Now… about Ron,"
"Whoa… two real names! You're on a roll Sheshona!"
"I told you to leave that sarcasm shit to the pro's, Bubblebutt." Shego gave her a vexed expression that couldn't seem to decide whether it wanted to be playful or worn out. "I know you love Ron. I'm just… this woman who tries to kick your ass."
"I think you're more than that. I have for a while now. You helped your brothers last year! And when Josh and I were on our date, I know you approved, I heard you say it." Kim smiled softly, but the unease was getting thick between them, "I kind of figured that if you had stayed a hero, all those years ago, we might have been friends when we met up."
Shego blinked. "Yeah… sure… if I'd stayed a damned hero. Wait, you knew I was there?"
It was Kim's turn to smirk. "Yeah… but you know, it was just a lucky guess, cause there's so many green skinned women in Middleton."
Shego gave her the same mixed look again and shook her head. "Fine fine… you can do the sarcasm. What I was trying to say was this… Ron obviously is a great guy… He must be to be with you, because I know you wouldn't settle for less. So just… sleep on it or something I guess."
Kim looked at the taller fighter with a mixed expression of her own. "Sleep on it or something?"
Shego turned around, seized Kim around the waist again, and gave her a kiss that left the former redhead's toes curled and her entire body breaking out in a fine sweat.
"Yeah… if I told you to just run off with me and forget about Ron, you never would. But remember, I'm not a hero either." Shego panted as she broke the kiss, licking her lips between words and relishing the taste of Kim's lips in a way she never thought she would. "So I'm not about to tell you to go do the right goddamned thing either. This ain't Casablanca, and I am damned sure not Humphrey Bogart."
Kim almost missed what Shego said. She was still caught up in the kiss, and suddenly she understood exactly how Ron must feel. Her heart was racing, her chest was heaving as though she'd just fought with Shego, not kissed her; and frankly, she was going to need a fresh pair of panties and a shower before bed… Yes, a very cold shower.
Finally though, hormones gave way to will power, and Kim nodded. Yet, even as she spoke, her lips kept trying to reach for Shego's, which were still very close with their foreheads pressed together yet again. "Ooooo- Okay then… I'll… I'll sleep on it… or something… like you said."
As the two separated and went to different stairwells, Shego again wondered when the fuck she'd become so selfless.
Kim wondered just what she was going to do about this. But maybe Shego was right, maybe sleep would make things more clear.
Both women slammed their doors a bit harder than normal, and both did indeed indulge in very cold showers before bed.
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