Well, I don't own these characters or the song Addiction.
I also wanna apologize to everybody that finds this story a bit cliché and done to death. I just wanted to do something with this song!
2: Admitting you have a problem…
"Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?" Kanye West, Addiction.
Kim was plagued by thoughts of her recent battle with Shego. It only had a little to do with the fact that the thief got away. Of course, she would love to capture and hold onto Shego one of these days, but she accepted that Shego was probably always going to get away. What troubled her was the method that her opponent used to escape that bothered the redhead. A bold, passionate kiss where anyone could have seen when they were supposed to be fighting with each other.
"It was so hot. She tasted so good and felt so good against me, but that's not the point! She wasn't supposed to do that!" Kim huffed, hitting her fist against the desk in her bedroom as a deep frown made camp on her face.
The kiss had been wrong on so many levels, mostly because it had been on the clock, so to speak. Worse than that was her reaction to it, or her lack of reaction as it was. She was supposed to keep Shego in check to make sure something like that did not happen since she liked to tell herself that she had more self-control than her green-skinned rival.
"I'm supposed to be the one that makes sure everything goes right because Shego can't be trusted. She's not responsible and she doesn't care one way or another about things," Kim reminded herself.
Yet for all of her talk about being the "responsible one," Kim had done nothing during the kiss, except for what she usually did anyway. She kissed Shego back, fought to be in control of the embrace just like she always did when they went at each other. She wanted to be the superior one, just like when they fought. It was another contest.
"A contest where I wanted to devour her bit by bit, but instead she's the one that consumed me," the teen lamented.
She had lost that battle completely and totally. She had given in to the point where if Shego wanted to ravish her right then and there with their respective males only a few yards away, she would have allowed the woman to do just that. She would have become a liquid if Shego desired it to be so as long as those hot, plasma-charged hands would have continued to touch her in a passionate manner. She would have done just about anything to continue, which was very, very bad, she told herself.
"I wish I could say it was my damn hormones. I mean, I'm seventeen, about to be eighteen. Any teenager with a pulse would've given into Shego at that moment," Kim reasoned. After all, being seventeen could affect anyone's behavior and judgment when such delightful touching was involved, her brain offered as an out. "Too bad that only makes sense if Shego wasn't the only person that could make me feel like that. My age never explains anything except for whenever Shego's involved in something in my life, so all that makes being seventeen is an excuse," she scolded herself.
Her next scapegoat was to blame social perception for what happened. Someone with her looks and at her age was supposed to be having some sort of sexual encounters, her mind pointed out to support that excuse. But, the redheaded hero knew that those things had little, if anything, to do with the fact that she had simply given into Shego. She was not the type to give into social perceptions or anything like that. She had control over herself. Therefore, she did it because she wanted to and Shego had beaten her that time.
"I can't believe I have into her so easily! It was like she hit a freaking button in me and made me melt! It's never been like that before. That was something way more than hot."
A minute of heated kissing and petting, Kim had been ready to tear her clothes off for Shego. That just could not be a good sign and the redhead was going to adhere to the warnings before things got out of control; well, more out of control than they already were. It was bad enough that she had lost all sense of her surroundings when she went hand-to-hand with the super-powered female, but she could not risk losing all sense of her surroundings when kissing Shego out in plain view like that. Okay, she knew just what had to be done.
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"Where the hell is she?" Shego muttered in an angry tone.
She was sitting in her living room, staring at the one bare wall that she had; the other walls had painting on them. She was sitting on the polished, dark hardwood floor, leaning back against her black leather sofa. Her pale skin was on display thanks to the fact that she was wearing some plain black sweat shorts, which barely went to mid-thigh, and green tank-top since she was at home. Only her furniture was bearing witness to the sight of her flesh, but that could change at any moment. She was waiting for someone.
She had been at the lair not too long ago, but she just could not sit around and listen to that water-colored idiot drag about his molecular disintegration ray anymore than the few hours that she had. It was surprising that she had not gone out of her mind in that time as he droned on about his weapon. It was not even really his, considering the fact that he stole the blasted thing from a lab for crying out loud. He probably did not even know what the thing did, she was willing to bet. She waited around there for as long as she could, all for nothing apparently. It was hard to believe that she had endured his annoying voice for nothing to happen. The very thought set a frown on her face.
"Where in the hell is she?" Shego wondered again, growling from being stood up. Emerald eyes scanned the large living room, as if hoping that the person that she was waiting for would suddenly appear. Of course, that did not occur.
The raven-haired woman glanced over at her clock on the wall and then she looked at the time on the cable box on the opposite end of the room and then she checked her wrist watch. She wanted to make sure that the clock on the wall was right and, apparently, it was exactly the hour that the clock read. She was going to smite that damnable vixen the next time they fought. Seriously, where in the hell was she? She wanted to do something after all!
"Damn it, I'm way too over-stimulated now!" she snarled. "I worked myself up way too much in that damn fight with Kimmie. I need something to do! So, where the hell is she? How could she not come? I need to do something!" she repeated, slapping the wooden floor in her frustration.
She probably should just work it off by shadowboxing, she figured. It was becoming obvious that she was spending her night alone. Well, that sucked, she thought as she finally picked herself up off of the floor.
So, Shego shadowboxed, needing to burn off of excessive energy. And then she ran in place. And then she hit her heavy bag. She went through her usual motions to stay sharp with her style. But, it was not enough. She wanted more. She required more.
"I need to..." She swallowed down the end of that sentence, knowing it would end with "see her." Considering how pissed she was, she doubted that she needed to see anybody. Of course, seeing "her" went beyond her fury.
Shego tried to convince herself that she did not need anything. It felt like a need, though. The burning desire, the itching, the want, the sheer yearning. It was strong, almost painful to be without. It was pulling at her entire being, her heart, her soul, her consciousness, everything. It was telling her that she should go get what she so deeply craved. There was nothing wrong with what she wanted and, even if there was, she should not care, the desire told her. It was not about right and wrong; it was about pleasure and suffering, it reminded her.
Whoa, Shego halted that thought right there because it seemed just a little too extreme for her liking. "I am not suffering without her. This is nothing more than a very annoying itch I want to scratch."
She considered that calling it an itch might even that was giving it too much credit. It was practically insignificant because she was in complete control, of both herself and the situation. Everything about her was under her control. Everything that involved her was under her control, Shego reminded herself.
"I am in control. I just need to calm down for a second. My mind is going crazy from being too worked up because of earlier. Just a little temporary insanity. My adrenaline is still pumping and it doesn't have any real place to go, so I'm just thinking about things too much. That's all. It's nothing more than that. Really, nothing more than that," she tried to assure herself.
For some reason, there was a tremble in her stomach and she could have sworn it called out the word "liar." She growled in anger, even though she was sure that was just a figment of her imagination. Everything was fine. Everything was fine and then she felt a quiver some place a little lower than her belly.
"Fuck it," Shego decided as she ripped herself from her resting place.
The super-powered fighter went and took a shower. She could not figure out if she should take a cold shower or a hot one; a cold one would calm the fire raging in her, but a hot shower would relax her tense muscles. She went with both just to do something, but neither helped. At that point, she knew what had to be done.
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Kim was sleeping in her bed peacefully, for the moment anyway. Suddenly, she sprang up on high alert as she felt a presence in the room. Hardly a millisecond after that she felt full, delicious lips on hers. Most people would be alarmed to awake to such a thing, especially if they had been sleeping alone as far as they knew, but she was used to such occurrences and knew who it was immediately. For a couple of seconds, she returned the rather lustful, heated embrace. It was so deliciously sinful. It was something beyond ecstasy. Then her brain reminded her about what happened earlier, so she pushed the offending person away, which was not taken lightly by the other party.
"You're got nerve, Shego, after what you did today," Kim huffed, anger dancing in her olive eyes as they locked onto the intruder in her room—Shego.
A deep scowl settled onto a pale face because she had been pushed away. "What did I do?" she asked as innocently as possible for her to pull off. If she could have made a halo appear over her head, she would have. Of course, she knew exactly what was wrong, so she was just looking to be annoying now and the hero knew that.
"You know what you did," the redhead snarled, pointing an accusing finger at her plasma-wielding rival.
"Refresh my memory," the older female requested in an amused tone, having the nerve to smile.
"You mixed our pleasures together. You know that it's one or the other. We never do both of them at the same time," the cheerleader pointed out. It was a rule that they had. What's the point of even having rules if Shego was not going to follow them? Of course, she half-expected Shego to break the rules in the beginning. This was Shego, after all.
"It was the only way to get away," the pale woman countered in a nonchalant tone. She even shrugged because she did not see the big deal.
"You should've fought harder," Kim replied. There was a rough grit to her voice, but she made sure not to shout. It was past midnight and she did not want to wake up anyone in her house. The last thing she needed was for her parents to come and find out what she was yelling about.
"I would've, but he was ready to go and I didn't feel like hearing him bitch and moan. You know I wanted to stay and play with you, Princess. Believe me, I wanted to stay because I know it would've been fun. But, you've got to admit, that finish was fantastic," the villainess commented with a devilish smile. It left her tingling and anticipating for hours, after all.
"That finish was against the rules," Kim countered, her anger still evident in her voice.
Shego rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Rules are made to be broken, Kimmie. You think we would need rules if everybody did what they were supposed to? No. You should know that by now and you should know me better than that," the thief argued.
"I do know you and you usually don't mix what we do. It's agreed that it's one or the other and you know that. In public, we fight and in private, we… well, you know."
Shego shook her head and laughed a bit. She really could not believe what a prude her Kimmie could be. It always amazed her because of the things that Kim would not allow to come out of her mouth, but the things that she would do with her mouth. Shego would not complain abotu either, as long as Kim remained hers and hers alone.
"While you're whining about the way we do things, why the hell didn't you come after me?" the older female inquired, doing her best to keep a pout off of her face. The whole point of her running away was that the hero was supposed to chase her and they could either pick up where they left off. Or, better still, they could do something entirely different if no one else was around. Kim had not followed that routine today and that had left the green-skinned woman rather frustrated.
"What?" Kim asked as if she did not know what Shego meant.
"You didn't come after me. I waited in the lair and listened to that scarred moron rant and rave about a weapon that I'm damn near sure he doesn't know a fucking thing about and the whole reason I waited never showed up. So, I went home and waited again and my damn reason still never showed up. Where the hell were you?" Shego demanded to know, making sure to watch her tone to avoid waking up Kim's parents because she did not need that kind of headache in her life right now.
The villainess badly desired to know what happened to Kim. She had several ideas as to what might have happened and she did not like any of them. The worse notion that came to mind was that the hero was out with some boy and if that was the case, she was going to do some very disturbing things to that boy.
"Um…hello, I was sleeping," Kim answered the question of where she was, hitting her pillow for emphasis.
"Well, what the hell were you doing sleeping? We're supposed to be fighting or fucking. I've been ready to do one or the other all day. Now, since I'm here and you're pretty much undressed…" Shego smirked before going at the hero with her mouth.
The thief went for Kim's neck instead of her mouth. Kim almost let Shego stay right where she was, kissing on her throat and making her body burn, but she fought that urge. The redhead pushed Shego away a second time, which caused the green-skinned woman to growl in anger.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shego demanded, still watching the volume that she spoke at despite her fury. Her eyes ignited in a way that Kim had never seen, giving her an idea of how frustrated Shego was.
Kim took a deep breath and tried to find the right words to get her point across. "Look, Shego, this isn't right," she stated as plainly as she possibly could.
A vicious snarl escaped Shego because of those words and her eyes blazed even more. She should have known that Kim's goody-two shoes side would try to take control. She was not about to give into that side of Kim because she was aware that was only a small part of the hero; the whole Kim wanted what they had. They both craved what they had; a good round of fighting in the day and a better round of sex at night. It was just the competitor inside of Kim that wanted what they had and that was who the redhead was, Shego was certain of that. Kim yearned for what they had just as badly as she did. She just needed to remind the cheerleader of that.
"Pumpkin, don't let right and wrong come into this because you know it can't be marked like that," Shego argued, putting her hand on Kim's leg, which was shielded by her bed spread. There was a slight caress and seductive emerald eyes that did not seem to crack Kim's shield.
The younger woman shook her head. "I don't mean it that way. I mean, it's not right what we're doing to each other. This isn't healthy," she said soundly, as if she had put a lot of thought into their circumstances. She also moved her leg to prevent Shego from caressing her any more since they had to stop things like that in her opinion. Shego took offense to the movement and the words.
The thief snorted through her nose like a bull. "What isn't healthy? We're not going to kill each other or anything," she countered, motioning between the two of them with her hand with a vexed expression on her face.
"Shego, we're addicted to each other," Kim announced as if it was news.
Shego wanted to slap the teen in the head for saying something so preposterous, but she was not sure what the cheerleader was really getting at. Taking a deep breath, Shego did her best to compose herself. She reminded herself where she was and who she was talking to avoid letting her temper get the better of her for once.
"So? How is that a bad thing?" the evil sidekick inquired. Okay, they wanted each other, they had each other, things seemed fine to her.
Kim balked at Shego's nonchalance. "Hello, we're addicted to each other. Being an addict isn't good. We're not good for each other," the redhead stated as if that was a fact.
"Damn that. I'm no addict," Shego declared, proudly tipping her chin in the air.
"Then why are you here?" Kim asked, thinking that she had the green-skinned female right there.
Shego made a slightly puzzled face. "What do you mean?"
"Why'd you come here if you're not addicted? You couldn't stand having that one little meeting. You couldn't stand that one short fight and that teasing kiss, right?" Kim asked quite seriously.
"I could take it. I was just bored," Shego answered in a dismissive tone, rolling her eyes and waving the question off. Silently, she was starting to think that Kim might have had a little point. But, she refused to believe that she was an addict of any kind.
"Yeah, sure," the petite hero scoffed and olive eyes rolled that time.
"Look, I don't see the damn problem. Who the hell cares about it being an addiction or not? We're getting a kick out of it and that's the important thing," Shego rebutted. She could not even believe that they were having an argument over the matter, especially since she did not think that it was an addiction.
"That's not the important thing. The important thing is that we're addicted to each other," Kim replied.
Shego scoffed. "Whatever."
"This is serious. We're not good for each other," Kim tried to assure the older female.
"So says you. What am I supposed to accept it because Little Miss Perfect says so? I don't give a damn. This is fun and I like doing fun stuff. So, I'd rather keep doing it than listen to you go on about being addicted. I'm not addicted to you," Shego argued with vigor, but still watching her volume. She folded her arms across her stomach, like the move somehow proved her point.
"Prove it," Kim challenged the thief.
"Prove it?" the pale woman echoed, sounding bemused once again. The redhead was saying all kinds of crazy, weird things that night in her opinion. But, the glint in those olive eyes somewhat spoke to her, almost like when they fighting each other.
"Yeah, prove it," Kim repeated in a daring tone.
"And how would I go about doing that?" Shego inquired.
"No more fighting or that other thing," Kim answered.
"No more fighting or fucking?" the raven-haired female echoed in disbelief and it was surprising that her jaw was not on the floor from how incredulously she was. It sounded damn near impossible for her. What were they supposed to do if they were not battling each other, be it hand-to-hand or in bed?
"Right, no more."
"How in the hell is this supposed to work?" the sidekick asked in a bewildered tone with an expression to match.
"We're quitting each other cold turkey," Kim replied.
The response did not clear up Shego's expression. "Why?"
"How are you missing this? We're addicted to each other," the redhead repeated again, motioning between them so that Shego was clear as to whom she meant.
"How are you missing this? I don't give a damn because I'm not addicted," the pale woman retorted, huffing and tightening her arms around her chest.
Kim sighed; they were going around in circles. "Fine, how about this one, we hold off on our usual pleasures and the first person to give up actually has to submit to the other one," she proposed.
"Fine," Shego accepted because she figured that it would be the easiest deal that she ever won. She was already planning out what she was going to do with her little Kimmie.
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Next time: quitting the problem cold turkey. How will they take it? Who'll break first?