Author's note:
Ok, the second chapter of two (yeah, I know I suck for not uploading four chapters, lol). The chapter title for this one is a slight alteration to the title of the Genesis song, I know what I like in your wardrobe, from their album Selling England by the pound. And it is in relation to Kim and Shego getting ready for their next non-date in Spritzers. Enjoy
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Chapter Twenty-two: I know what you'll like in my wardrobe
"Once upon a time, in a big house out in a forest, lived a beautiful woman with green skin, raven hair and the ability to generate exceptionally hot green plasma from her hands. For a long time, the woman had lived alone and had been quite happy with that set of affairs. However, one day, while being forced to endure a boardgame marathon with her crazy boss and his equally crazy cohorts, a genetically spliced little naked-mole-shark stowed away inside her jacket." Shego stood with a towel wrapped around her and stared pointedly at Ru-Ru as she spoke.
The naked-mole-shark looked back up at her in confusion, "huh?"
"Against her better judgement, the beautiful woman with the supernatural superpower from space, decided to let the sneaky little shit stay with her," she continued. An evil smile then formed on her face. "However, that's where the fairy tale ends for him."
Ru-Ru, who was stood on the sofa amidst a sea of cheese balls and onion rings that he had stomped all over in a fit of rage when the satellite signal had inexplicably cut off in the middle of World of Cheese, gulped loudly.
"Because if he ever crushes savoury snacks into my sofa and cushions again," Shego ignited her plasma around her raised right hand, "the beautiful woman is going to barbecue him!" She threw him a packet of cleaning wipes. "Now either you clean that mess up and behave, or I'll shove you under the seat of the Blackbird and leave you in there all night while I'm out with Kimmie, understand?"
The naked-mole-shark looked at her sourly but elected to withdraw a wipe from the packet, rather than test her resolve on the matter. "Rah-rah-rah," he grumbled as he began to wipe down the leather.
"Now, I'm away to get changed and that sofa better be spotless by the time I come back down."
And who said parenting was difficult, Shego thought in amusement as she left the living room to head upstairs to finish getting ready for the evening. She'd already had a nice long soak in the tub and shaved her legs and bikini line, however, the sound of Ru-Ru's loud cursing had caused her to pause in the middle of her preparations and head downstairs to see what the hell was going on. While the mess she'd found had naturally annoyed her, she'd had such a chilled out few days, enjoying all the little freedoms that she had been robbed of while in prison, that she'd chosen not to get angry, simply lay down the law. Now it was time to get serious. She would be meeting Kimmie in an three hours time and not only did she plan to enjoy herself, but she also had a job to do; guiding her rival through the next stage of her sexual discovery. Not to mention that she had a personal stake in that whole process. After a lot of soul searching, she'd decided that she genuinely did want to have some more 'intimate' fun with the hero, at least once. However, barring some sort of miraculous advancement in Kimmie's state of mind, that would not be happening tonight and she had no intention of trying to force the issue, especially not after how their last night out had ended. In fact, she might not even mention the idea as a possibility; simply show the girl what she could have a taste of once she was ready to take a bite.
Climbing the stairs, Shego headed into her bedroom and went to her stereo; ironically the same make and model as the one she'd seen in Kimmie's apartment earlier in the week, only she'd opted for the green speaker grills as opposed to the blue ones. From the small CD rack that contained albums she liked to listen to when getting ready to go out or when relaxing in the tub; her main CD collection being in the living room, she withdrew the Eagles aptly titled One of These Nights and popped it on. The notes of the opening bass guitar riff reached her ears as she dropped her towel onto the floor and headed for her wardrobe. Time to get to work.
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Thirty miles away, in her Middleton penthouse apartment, Kim Possible too was in the process of getting ready for her latest night out with her rival. From the main living area, the sound of Linkin Park's Minutes to Midnight album could be heard blasting out of the speakers. She had already showered and was now sat at her dressing table painstakingly drying her long flaming-red hair. Compared to the previous day, her mind had been better behaved and so she'd been able to work through her normal morning routine without issue, complemented by the fact that she'd not had the Cellblock C Sirens dream again. Given that she had plans that night, she'd headed out on a simple blue milk run mission, which had been posted on her website from someone in Lowerton that had clearly failed to notice the very clear notices that said her services were no longer free. Ones like that cropped up from time to time and she normally just rejected them out of hand. However, she had taken it for something to do; that something being tracking down a stolen vase for a private collector and neglected to mention that her services cost more than the vase had been worth; doing the job for free. Either way, it had kept her from vegetating on the sofa in sheer boredom and got her back home for four pm, after which she'd headed straight for the bathroom to start arduous process of getting ready for a night out.
Kim ran the towel through her hair one last time, tossed it to the floor and picked up her hairbrush. Ok, so I'm not going into tonight with any plans, hopes or expectations that this is going to be or lead to anything more than a few drinks and a chat… maybe make that me asking Shego a lot of questions and her hopefully having some answers for me.
"It's not too late to…"
Shut up! Kim spat viciously at the first sign that her brain might have been about to suggest she send her rival back to jail. And the day had been going so well too. I already decided last night that I was not going to do that, so you can just shut up about it.
"You didn't even let me finish," Kimmie said slyly. "I was going to say it's not too late to just call the whole thing off. Don't blame me because you've got a guilty conscience."
Sure you were, Kim replied sourly, pulling her hairbrush roughly through a knot in her hair. I don't have a guilty conscience and I am going to meet Shego tonight. So, you can shut up and crawl back into my memory where you belong.
"When this goes south, you'll wish you'd listened to me," Kimmie said and inside Kim's head, her younger self turned her back on her and disappeared into the dark recesses of her memory.
It won't go south, she said firmly, feeling her resolve strengthen around that , perhaps as a parting shot from Kimmie to test it, the memory of her hot make-out session with Shego inside the volcano lair surfaced in her mind and she could not help but feel an echo of the lust and desire that had flooded her that day. Shit. Regardless of how I might feel, that still happened between us and we haven't talked about it yet. In order to prevent another meltdown, Kim quickly shoved the thought into a closet inside her mind and locked the door. If Shego doesn't mention it, I won't either and we can simply accept it for what it was; her proving to me that I'm gay. Now, what the hell am I going to wear?
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Ok, Kimmie, what is going to wow you? Shego thought as she flicked through articles of clothing in her wardrobe. She already had an emerald satin and black lace thong on and the matching bra to hand should it be required. However, when she hit upon a black dress and pulled it off the rail, all thoughts of wearing a bra at all went out the window. Smiling to herself she slipped it on. The dress barely came down to bellow her backside, showing off her powerful legs and leaving little to the imagination. Further up, it hugged her midriff and then pushed her breasts up; displaying ample cleavage and stopped before getting anywhere near her shoulders. She then found a pair of thigh-high black boots and put them on.
Moving to stand in front of the mirror, Shego looked herself up and down. "How do I look, Kimmie?" she asked her reflection with a wicked smile.
"Like you want me to lick your boots and then bend over so you can fuck me," she heard the voice of the hero say nervously inside her head.
Shego stared at her reflection again. Yeah, this definitely says 'bend over so I can fuck your brains out'. You'll probably take one look at me dressed like this and run for it. She began undressing. Back to the drawing board.
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Meanwhile, back in Middleton and struggling to suppress the memory of her make-out session with Shego in the volcano lair, Kim hauled a pair of baggy grey cargo pants from the rail and pulled them on atop a pair of white cotton full briefs. She then found an oversized white t-shirt with a pale-yellow rectangle splashed across the front of it and hauled it over her head. Putting on a pair of black sports socks, she finished her outfit by slipping her feet into a pair of old but comfortable hiking boots.
"There, that wasn't so hard," she breathed in slight relief; as she wandered over to look at herself in the mirror. "What do you think, Shego? Comfortable, yet..."
"Geeze, Princess, did the buffoon spill something on you and you had to borrow some of his clothes, as you look like a trash bag."
The scorn in her rival's voice rang around inside Kim's head and she took another look at herself in the mirror. Holy crap, how could I have possibly thought I could go out and meet Shego wearing this? While this is definitely not a date tonight, Shego will still dress stylishly. I can't let her see me looking like I borrowed my outfit from Ron. Try again, Possible.
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The 'fuck your brains out' dress and boots now safely back in her wardrobe, Shego stood in her emerald and black thong and pulled on the matching bra, having quickly reasoned that anything in her wardrobe that would merit her not wearing it was just as likely to scare Kimmie off. Right, sex dresses are out. How about something more casual this time? She found a pair of blue jeans and a fitted red t-shirt with black Japanese kanji on the front. Pulling on her latest outfit, she added white sports socks and a pair of short brown suede boots. When she'd finished zipping them up, she strolled over to the mirror once more. Ok, so you definitely won't run this time, right, Kimmie?
"Hey, Shego, nice to see you. Do you want to be my friend? Maybe we could ride motorbikes together?"
Urgh! Shego groaned on hearing her mind's view of how Kimmie might react upon seeing her. That's exactly what she'll think if she sees me wearing this. I've gone from fucking to friendship. Get a grip, Shego, or you're going to screw this up.
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Kim unceremoniously tore off her 'trash bag' outfit and tossed it to the floor. Come on, Possible, you used to be stylish and you've got an entire wardrobe full of this seasons clothes to play with, you can find something that works. Veering away from the comfortable section of her wardrobe, she began to flick through some dresses that she'd picked up on her most recent visits to Paris and Milan a few months ago. Eventually, she settled on a short sleeveless red one with a low back and found a pair of sheer stockings that would still show off her legs, but do enough to mask her scars unless someone was purposefully staring at them close up. She then fetched the red heals she'd bought to pair with the dress from their box. It was a somewhat sad reminder of reality that she had to remove the tags from the dress before she slipped it on atop the stockings and a strapless black bra. The shoes squeezed her toes and immediately told her they would be for show only; she'd have to take a cab to Spritzers and back as there was no way she could walk that distance in them without blistering her feet, given she'd not broken them in yet. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she headed for the mirror.
You can't say I look like a trash bag this time, Shego, Kim smiled, satisfied that she hadn't lost her sense of style, simply misplaced it for a while.
An image of Shego licking her lips filled her mind, "my-my, Princess. I think I'll enjoy you with some fava beans and a nice chianti."
While she knew her rival would not try to dine on her liver, the idea that Shego might decide she wanted a taste of her aroused feelings of worry and Kim found her mind quickly split between whether she wanted that to happen or not. However, she was saved a battle of indecision and a meltdown inside her head when she turned to her right at caught a glimpse of her back; the scars on her left shoulder blade were on display. Before she could even think the word, 'no', Kim had already begun taking off the dress. It's too much for a place like Spritzers anyway, she tried to tell herself as she stripped back down to her birthday suit and went back to the rail to try again.
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Shego was not having much luck. She'd tried the green and black skirt and top combo she'd worn at the Bermuda Triangle, but felt it too formal for Spritzers and less likely to turn Kimmie's head, given that the hero had already had a good up close and personal view of her wearing it. She'd then gone back to trousers and a pair of tight leather ones that had slashes across the thighs. These had been matched with knee-high brown leather boots, a wine long-sleeved top with black chord across an open bosom. She'd tried the outfit with and without a brown cowgirl hat that she couldn't recall acquiring, but while it said sexy, it seemed both too reserved for what she was aiming for and too similar to what Kimmie had seen her wear last time.
I want to wow her, but at the same time not scare her off. Come on, Shego, there's got to be at least one outfit here that can do both. She flicked through another couple of outfits without giving them more than a cursory glance before stopping. This might work. She pulled out a green long-sleeved top with a low neckline, which she paired with a short black skirt. She had to hunt in a drawer to find a pair of green and a pair of black holdups that matched in style, so she could take one from each. Dressing in outfit number five, she then found a pair of custom heels she'd had made; one green one black and put them on; each one matching the stocking on that leg. Finally, she found a green beret and a short, lightweight white jacket that had a black belt to complete the outfit.
Moving to the mirror once more, she took a good look at herself. "What do you think, Mademoiselle Possible?" she said in a strong French accent, the outfit evoking a Parisian sort of feel. She then laughed at how ridiculous she'd sounded.
"Wow, Shego, you look great," she heard Kim say in her head.
Hmm, great but not amazing, Shego mused. I'm getting warmer, but need to up the sex appeal a bit, show a bit more skin... a wide grin spread across her face and she rushed back to the rail. I know exactly what I need. Rooting around, she quickly found what she was looking for and instantly knew it would be perfect. Oh, Kimmie, your eyes are going to pop when you see me in this.
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A small pile of clothes was steadily mounting inside Kim's wardrobe as she tried on and discarded more outfits. After the red dress disaster, she'd gone too far the other way and put on a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt. While it had been comfortable, Shego had both seen her wear this outfit before on their first night out and it clearly said, 'let's just be friends'. However, it had not been until after she had been stood in front of the mirror wearing a short red tartan skirt and black knee-high boots that she'd paired with a blue checked shirt, which she'd tied under her breasts to show off her midriff, that she'd realised what she was doing.
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Am I actually dressing because I want to impress her and indicate that I want… something with her? Another glance in the mirror confirmed that theory; she looked hot. Ok, Kim, don't panic, there is nothing wrong with dressing in an outfit that has sex appeal; you used to show your midriff off all the time… but there is when the person I'm meeting is Shego! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
Kim started pacing back and forth inside her wardrobe as she wrestled out of the outfit and tossed its component parts onto the pile. Making out with Shego felt good, I can't deny that. The brief memory played in her mind again and she felt the echo of lust and desire all over again… scratch that, it felt amazing. But I can't like Shego, can I? Her brain almost went into meltdown when the simple answer came to her; yes, she could. Not only were they both gay, but she had admitted a while ago that she liked having the woman as a friend and she considered her to be beautiful. However, the real question should have been, was it right for her to like Shego?
Struggling not to simply run out of the apartment, which admittedly would have been rather embarrassing for her, given she was only wearing her underwear at present, Kim took a few deep breaths to try and cool her internal nuclear reactor. If it was anyone else, or at least anyone who lived on the right side of the law, there wouldn't be a problem. Yeah, I'd be scared as hell to ask her out and probably uncomfortable for a while until I got used to the idea of being with another woman, but I could do it… she paused for a moment, trying to separate her rival's supervillainess status from the rest of her. Kim let out a deflated sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that she's a supervillainess, I would have been friends with Shego a long time ago and now that I know I'm a lesbian, I'd ask her out the moment I felt comfortable enough to do so. But she is a supervillainess and I'm a hero. It's probably bad enough that I still want to be friends with her, let alone even contemplate something more than that… what the hell am I supposed to do?
Kim threw her head into her hands and then shook it back and forth, as she struggled to lower the reactor temperature. After making the decision to not see tonight as anything more than a few drinks and a chat, she'd hoped to avoid any thoughts about her liking her rival. Unfortunately, it seemed she had no choice but to face up to the very real possibility that she did. No, this is stupid. Everything else aside, Shego is still a supervillainess and I can't possibly have any sort of relationship with her. Alas, her attempt to put an end to the subject only brought about the thought, last week I was convinced that I couldn't break her out of jail and look how that one turned out… but this is different… isn't it?
On bringing up the subject of having broken Shego out of jail, a thought from yesterday morning's argument with Kimmie filled her mind, "so, if the only good thing I've got is a screwed up relationship with my rival, whereby we test ourselves against each other whenever Drakken tries to take over the world and on a rare occasion meet for drinks, then yeah, I'm going to be selfish and let the one person I actually connect with keep their freedom." It was a sad but honest assessment of her life when it came to her relationships. Bar her parents, whom she'd only just started to rebuild relationships with, the scant other meaningful ones she'd had over the years had all gone to shit. Lisa, Ron, Monique, her relationship with all of them; three out of her lifetime total of five close friends had suffered significant, if not irreparable damage. The fourth friend on that short list was Wade, who had never been the sort of friend that she spent time with, hell she hadn't even met him in person until a few years into their association. And finally, there was Shego, the one with whom she had the most complicated of relationships and who had only been her friend for a grand total of one week; back when she had been Miss Go. Yet like it or not, her rival understood her better than any of the others ever had done and somehow, despite recent events, was the one she had the best relationship with. Which begged the question, just how selfish could she be?
Kim let out a slow breath. Ok, so I might like Shego, that doesn't mean I should pursue it, so I should wear something casual that clearly says, 'if you want to, let's be friends'. She moved towards her collection of baggy jeans. …but I just know she's going to make an effort when it comes to her wardrobe choice, we compete over everything after all and I really don't want to look like a trash bag next to her. She diverted herself away from the jeans and back to her collection of short dresses. However, what if I give her the wrong impression and things go south like they did last time? I really don't want to end up hating her again. She paused, in the centre of her wardrobe, short and sexy dresses on the left, baggy and comfortable jeans on her right. Her eyes drifted between the two until she caught sight of something on the rail opposite her. She smiled, now that I can work with, and headed straight down the centre.
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Outfits selected, Kim and Shego picked out their accessories, applied their makeup and then stopped in front of their mirrors and had the exact same thought, perfect. They then headed to and out of their respective front doors. It had been five weeks since their disastrous non-date in Spritzers, now it was time to try it again.
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Author's note:
Ok, short and sweet, I know. However, I will endeavour to get the next update to you guys asap.
Like I said at the start, the first chapter of this update was really difficult for me to write and for multiple reasons that I will not go into. Suffice it to say, I started writing it on December 15th; the day after posting the last update and didn't get it finished until 24th of January! I then wrote the second chapter in only two days, so that is hopefully a sign that I am over some of the issues I had with the previous chapter.
Anyway, I really liked the argument between Kim and Kimmie in the first chapter and the discoveries Kim made. She then managed to view the Shego issue from an angle that I hadn't thought about before I wrote the second chapter, which will hopefully be beneficial for her in the long run. And I couldn't resist doing a tiny Ru-Ru moment in chapter two, as I love that sneaky little sod.
So, next time out we will finally get the long-awaited next social meeting between Kim and Shego in Can we try it again. And I must confess I've been itching to write this chapter for months, so am looking forward to it just as much as you guys, especially because even I don't know quite how things are going to go down. Will things develop further between them or will Spritzers end up getting trashed, as the two of them beat each other up? Your guess is as good as mine, so I hope to see you all soon so we can find out.
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