Shego watched Kim sleep from outside her window. The villainess knew the redhead expected her to show up eventually, and since her... abberation, she'd tried to avoid Kim in general and her bedroom in particular. For the same reason she hadn't dropped by since her proper self had been restored.
The question.
She'd nearly spilled her guts. If it hadn't been for Stoppable's buffoonery... but the fact was, she'd started to say something terribly, life-changingly important, and now Kim knew it was there. She was going to ask. Shego was evil again, yes, but she'd ask anyway. Just in case.
And Shego was worried that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from answering. Not after nearly losing her again.
The green girl watched as Kim squirmed, rolled over and looked right at her.
She didn't even seem surprised. She just slipped out of bed, opened the window and knelt down on the floor beside it.
"I didn't wake you up, did I?" Shego whispered.
Kim shrugged. "I just knew you were there." She reached out the window and cupped the older girl's face in her hands before planting a soft kiss on those black lips. "For saving my life again," she explained, folding her arms along the windowsill and resting her chin on them.
"Uh, yeah... you're welcome. So... ghost pirates, huh."
"Yep."
Shego tried to ignore the slight smile playing on the teenager's lips. "Did ye olde townsfolk give you their side of the story?"
"That Blackeye vowed to return from the dead one day and have his revenge? Yeah. I guess if he could get his hands on a magic silver cutlass, it shouldn't be a surprise that he actually managed it."
"Gotta wonder why it was silver. Doesn't seem practical."
"Oh, I looked that up online. 'Moon metal' is supposed to be good at conducting and enhancing all kinds of magical energy. It can be used as a magical battery, too."
"...I just thought it killed werewolves."
"I've yet to meet a werewolf," the teen hero said, "But one time I came across an ancient Egyptian talisman that turned a guy into some kind of werejackal."
The green girl could tell she wasn't joking. "Bizarre."
"You're just tweaked by how magic trumped the glow. Your face when they put you in the stockade was priceless. How'd that slice of humble pie taste?"
"Like dirty socks," Shego grumbled without missing a beat, "And don't think I forgot it was you who ruined it when I was about to get my revenge."
"If I'd let you be captain for more than a minute, you might have actually accomplished something evil. You know I couldn't let you do that."
The villainess rolled her eyes. "And to think I actually called it a refreshing change of pace..."
Kim's smile widened for a moment before she asked, "Why a lair under the sea?"
"Best location for the new doom ray, despite not having a clue what it would do. And then the spooky treasure chest, which he opens despite all good sense." The villainess huffed in restrained exasperation. "He makes it so hard to look after him, sometimes."
Kim wondered at Shego's choice of words, but didn't question it aloud. "Trust Drakken to find, and then open, a cursed treasure chest."
"Y'know, if you hadn't brought logic into the conversation, we could have had our rematch. But you were setting things up for the sidekick, weren't you?"
"As soon as I saw the windows..."
"Yeah. Was a nice view while it lasted, I guess."
Kim tilted her head until her cheek was resting on a forearm. "I've missed this, you know. Our secret talks."
"Like old times," Shego admitted.
"We used to do a lot more than talk when you showed up this late..."
"Don't get any ideas, Kimmie. You can diddle yourself after I'm gone."
Kim tried to suppress a laugh, but it came out as a snort. "You said diddle."
"Fine, wait until I'm gone before you shove your fingers up your wet cunt until you come like the filthy slut we both know you really are."
"You're not helping," the teenager whined. She had already been simmering between her legs since seeing Shego, and the dirty talk was sending the temperature of her crotch in the opposite direction the villainess claimed she preferred it. "If you keep this up, I'm gonna be extra hard on you next time we fight."
Shego nearly laughed at that. "Bring it on. We're overdue for that rematch, and it's not a fair fight if you're not giving it your best." She turned serious. "Just remember that's all we're doing now. Fighting."
"I'm the one with the boyfriend," Kim riposted, then reached out to gently poke the end of Shego's nose. "I don't think it's me who needs convincing."
The villainess was not amused, mostly due to the accuracy of the statement. "Oh please. You're the one who rebounded onto your best friend the very same night. You don't get to say which of us has a clear head about this."
"Hey!" the redhead hissed. "Things between me and Ron had been growing for a while before that happened! I told you that on the island, remember?"
"Uh-huh. You got jealous. And you still didn't do a damn thing about it until you thought I'd turned on you. How is that relationship going, anyway?"
Through clenched teeth, the heroine growled, "Just. Fine."
"Still can't lie worth a damn, Kimmie. Would you still be jonesing for me so bad if he was giving it to you?"
"There's more to it than that! Just like there was more to it with us. Except in Ron's case, it's based on twelve years of solid friendship instead of two years of... of whatever we had!"
"Maybe if I'd never brought up the incest, you wouldn't be going out with a guy who's practically your brother."
"That has nothing to do with it."
"How about the fact that you'd rather let the world think you're dating the sidekick than your female archfoe?"
"That has nothing to do with it either!"
"Broken record, much? You never told your best friend about us, not even after all that time."
"Because you were mine!" Kim declared a little too loudly, pausing a moment before continuing in whispers. "My secret. My secret friend. My lover. My love." She slumped against the windowsill. "Even when I watched you with mom, I knew no one else could have you like I could. Because..."
"No one gets me like you do," Shego finished for her in a disturbingly neutral tone after all that sarcasm.
"...Yeah."
The green girl's face remained impassive as the teenager sniffled, but a part of her despaired. Dammit. Kimmie has him. She doesn't need me. I need her.
"Shego..." Kim began, but the villainess rolled over abruptly, facing away from the teenager.
"I'm gonna go. I'm not gonna be your sex substitute just because you and the buffoon haven't gotten that far along." Yes, that should have just the right amount of sting to it... bitch. "Next time, we fight, no matter what." She slid down and off the roof, out of sight. The soft tap of her landing was the last sound she made.
"Have it your way," Kim muttered grumpily before closing the window and returning to bed. Shego had left her in an ambivelant mood, and it was all the more frustrating that she still wanted to diddle herself, regardless.
She had just started the first strokes when soft footsteps alerted her to her mother's approach. "How much did you hear?" Kim asked as Ann sat on the edge of her bed, not quite stopping what she was doing under the duvet.
"I caught the end of it," the neurosurgeon told her. "Sounds like there's still a fair bit of tension between you two."
"She really wants her rematch."
"I thought you already had it. Didn't you say you fought each other to a standstill in a junkyard?"
Kim shrugged a resigned shoulder. "I don't think she's going to be happy until I'm wearing the battle suit."
"But I haven't seen you wear it in months... ah."
"There's no 'ah'," Kim insisted, "I've worn it since Wade removed the stealth mode... on some missions..."
"But not Drakken and Shego missions."
"Well, no. Just on missions that it can really help. The mine explosion in Siberia, the Guangdong flood, the forest fire in Greece..."
"Disasters. So why call it a 'battle' suit?"
"That was Wade's idea."
"And why exactly did he make it?"
"...To fight Shego."
Ann laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Kimmie, you're going to have to give her what she wants. You're both fighters, and it's the only way either of you are going to get any closure."
"I just don't see how it will do any good, no matter how it turns out. I don't want to think about who she'd react if I win again, but I can't let her win..."
"I know, hon. But if you want to move on, you don't have any choice." Ann waited a moment for that to sink in, observing Kim's expression, then asked, "Do you?"
"Have a choice?"
"Want to move on."
The hand between Kim's legs stilled completely as she gave it serious thought. "No," she decided. "I love Shego. I love Ron." The hand started up again as her lips twisted into a naughty smirk. "I love you, too. I'd like to see you and Shego together again. I'd like to join in. We could take turns having a mouth for each breast, I bet she'd love that."
Ann couldn't repress a low chuckle. "A redhead for each one, who wouldn't? But what about Ron?"
"Ron's... different. Normal."
"Pure?" the doctor suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess. Does that mean I should move on, and just be with him?" Kim found the notion disappointing.
"I think it would be for the best."
The teenager glared at her mother with mock accusation. "You just want me to settle down and make you a grandmother."
"Someday, yes. For now I'd settle for you putting your incest obsession to rest."
"But mommy, you're so hooot," Kim half whined, half moaned, a cheeky smile on her face. "And how am I supposed to do that if we never do it in the first place? I'll always wonder what I've missed. Are you wearing anything under that robe?"
"Of course I am," the neurosurgeon replied once she recovered from the abrupt change in topic.
"Show me."
Ann hesitated, not wanting to provide any encouragement, but that increasingly familiar sense of forbidden desire made her heart flutter, and she could feel the warmth in her cheeks brought on by the tone of Kim's whispered request. So she stood and untied the belt. I wonder if this is what flashers feel, she wondered as she held her robe open, revealing the purple chemise underneath.
Kim squirmed at the sight, spreading her legs enough to allow her fingers access to the increasingly moist folds between. Her other hand, however, slid out from under the duvet and brought her fingertips to Ann's thigh, sliding up the exposed flesh to the hem of the silken fabric... then tugging it upward to reveal nothing was being worn underneath.
Her smile widened even further in amusement. "You kept the diamond."
"Your father found it amusing as well," the elder redhead admitted.
"I'll bet." Kim traced the upper edges of the diamond with two fingers, until they met Ann's thighs (which she was keeping firmly together with her current pose). The hem of the chemise fell back into place as the fingertips slid down, then back up again, under the fabric. Up and down, over and over, and a little further inward with every stroke.
"Kimmie..." Ann began, but her daughter's hushed moan distracted her. Suddenly she became aware of Kim's position under the duvet, the regular sound of linen against skin. "Are you...?"
"I so am."
Ann resisted the urge to giggle as she stepped out of Kim's reach, provoking the famous pout from the younger redhead. It didn't have the desired effect. "I'll get back to bed and leave you to it."
"Fine," Kim huffed, "Both of you abandon me in my time of need. Do I at least get a good night kiss?"
Ann leaned down and, taking note of the gleam in Kim's eye, carefully planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.
"One more thing," Kim whispered.
"Wha-" was as far as Ann got before Kim slid a few of her fingers into her mother's mouth.
The realisation that Kim tasted much the same as herself came at the same time she realised exactly which fingers she was now tasting. The teenager seemed delighted by her surprised expression as she dragged those fingers along her tongue on their way out of her mouth before diving back under the duvet and between her legs.
"You're a very naughty girl, Kimberly Anne," the doctor said, far more huskily than she intended. That simple act had flustered her a good deal more than she ever would have expected. Had she licked her lips before speaking? Flushing with unexpected arousal, she straightened, retied her robe and beat a hasty retreat to her own bedroom, Kim's quiet almost-moans following her out of the room.
Kim finished herself off and, now considerably more relaxed, prepared to drift off for the night, when she heard what sounded like an expression of surprise from downstairs... her father's voice. Other noises followed, and after listening for a moment, she recognised what they were.
Normally, the mere thought of her parents having sex would have embarrassed her. This time, she had to bury her face in her pillow to stifle the giggles.