DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains explicit, graphic lesbian sex. According to the rules of this web-site, please do not read this chapter if you are not supposed to, and if graphic sex isn't your thing, you might want to skip it as well.
That said, it's pretty obvious where the sex starts, so you can read it down to there if ya want.
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Monique clapped her hands together, "No, I don't. It's a perk! C'mon!" she giggled. It took every ounce of Shego's strength just to get up from that damn chair.
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Shego shuffled into the kitchen with Monique right behind her, but Monique stopped at the door and leaned against the frame with her arms crossed, ready to watch the show. Shego sat at the table where Ron had fixed himself a peanut-butter and marshmallow-creme sandwich. He didn't even glance up at her.
"So... Ron..." was about all she could get out, and she actually winced at having to use his name of her own volition. She looked back at Monique, who only stared back at her, smirking faintly.
Ron still didn't speak or look over at her, pretending to be absorbed in his sandwich.
Shego sighed. "The thing is... Ron... uh... I'd really appreciate it if you'd make that call..."
"And why would I want to do that? What have you ever done for me?" he said snidely.
He had a point there. "Well, yeah, I know... but... Look, if you're one of Kim's best friends, and I'm her... girlfriend, then I guess we'd better learn to get along. Okay?"
Monique interrupted, "Oh, Jesus, Shego... I'd have never thought you'd be such a weenie. Ron? She's been jealous of you 'cause she thought you were Kim's boyfriend. That's why she's so mean to you. And she's too chicken-shit to say it."
Shego held her face in her hands, in acute humiliation. "Thank you, Monique... I would've gotten to that, in my own time."
"BS, GF. Now, apologize for all the 'buffoon' remarks."
Ron was looking back and froth between the two girls, munching his sandwich. He felt kind of like a Roman spectator at a gladiatorial match, and Monique's kitchen was his own tiny Coliseum.
"I'm sorry I called you a buffoon" Shego said mechanically, still hiding under her hair and hands.
If she was going to be that way about it... Monique continued, "You're sorry for bein' such a mean ole bitch."
Again, Shego repeated it verbatim, "I'm sorry for being such a mean ole bitch."
"I want to have your children."
"I want to have your chil... MONIQUE!" But Monique was already gone, giggling her way back to the couch in the other room. Shego turned back to Ron, expecting him to be laughing at her too. She had to remind herself not to flame-up as she imagined the look on his face.
But Ron wasn't laughing. He wasn't even looking at her. He was looking down at his plate and slightly frowning. Shego relaxed – a little.
Finally, he said, "Yeah, I can understand that. I kinna used to think I was, or at least – would be – her boyfriend, too. Actually, I should be flattered, I guess..." He looked up at her, "So you've been... uh, interested... in her for a long time, haven't ya..."
He'd noticed that? "Yeah. Years. But y'know, being on opposite sides of the law and everything... not much chance of – well..."
"I always thought there was something funny about the way you two fought. Funny strange, I mean. Not 'funny ha-ha'."
Shego really wasn't ready to have this conversation with... him. "So, are you going to help me out or not?"
He stared at her for just a moment before answering, "Oh, of course I'm going to 'help you out'. It's what I do. I'm a 'good guy', even if my name's never on tv. But you gotta start calling me 'Ron'. From now on, I mean. And not just to me."
"I can live with that. Ron."
He took on a conspiratorial tone, "Does Monique know about... uh... y'know..."
"No. And I'd like to keep it that way, so if you're even THINKING of telling anyone, you'd better..." she paused, reconsidering what she was about to say, "I mean, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep that a secret. Ron."
"Yeah. Okay" he took another bite of his disgusting sandwich and said with his mouth full, "You can count on me."
For some reason, she believed she probably could.
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Kim stepped stealthily down the dimly-lit hallway, all her senses tuned to her surroundings, ready for anything unexpected. She was uneasy about this mission... there were an awful lot of things Wade didn't seem to know about what was going on. And Wade always knew more than he had any right to. So something was definitely different this time, and she was being extra-cautious.
Ron was right behind her, trying his best to take the whole thing seriously, or at least pretend to. They were getting close so where Shego was supposed to be hidden, so he lagged farther and farther behind, until eventually Kim was a good fifty-feet in front of him. By the time Kim passed under the air-conditioning duct where Shego was supposed to be hidden, he was nowhere to be seen.
Shego slid quietly down from the duct, each movement measured and slow – noiseless. Now standing only ten feet behind the teen hero, her trade-mark smirk playing on her lips, she took two leaps and tried for a jumping spin-kick to Kim's head.
It was a real kick – it would have knocked Kim out immediately, had the kick connected. Of course, it didn't. They never did.
Kim sensed something different about the echoes of her own footsteps, and felt the pressure wave of her mid-air enemy pass through her hair. She instinctively ducked and whirled, arms out, crouched down. She saw a familiar green-and-black pattern fly over her head.
"Hey, Princess" Shego said sarcastically.
"Shego!" Several possibilities passed through Kim's head – Shego was back to her old self, working for some criminal, and all that "Mistress" stuff was an elaborate hoax of some sort. Or maybe that wasn't Shego at all. Or maybe her Shego wasn't the real Shego... Or maybe...
Before she could finish that thought (and all those thoughts only took a fraction of a second), Shego was all spinning arms and legs, twisting, kicking, ducking – Kim didn't have time to think – this was survival, this was action and re-action, this was... what fighting Shego was like. The two girls ran through half-a-dozen named maneuvers each before they faced off long enough to speak.
"Like old times, ain't it, Kimmie..." Shego smirked.
Kim still wasn't sure exactly what was happening. Her adrenalin was up, her blood was pumping, everything was in sharp-focus, and her mind took a moment to adjust to the slower perception of the passage of time that conscious thought demanded.
"Shego? What... why are you here?" She looked around for her back-up, but Ron seemed to have disappeared. That was odd, too... "Ron!" she cried out, fearing he might have gotten himself into trouble. Again and as usual.
"Ron will be waiting outside by now. Just you and me, Pumpkin. Like it's supposed to be. Remember?"
"But -"
'But' Shego was attacking again – she didn't want Kim to figure out too much just yet. This was going well. Strike that – this was going GREAT! She dove off to the teenager's side and landed an elbow into her gut. A connection! Time to celebrate!
"That's one, love" she giggled.
"Shego! Stop it!" Kim said without thinking, still trying to unscramble her brain.
"Oh, come ON Kimmie! That's not fair! Look, it's a set-up, okay? Ron set the whole thing up with that 'Wade' guy... and I should probably say that it was Ron's idea, too."
Actually, that would explain a lot. "But... why..."
"Because we need to fight! It's who we are! It's what we do! Now c'mon... say 'go Shego' or something. I can't do anything right now except stand here like an idiot and talk. Talking's not what we're about. Is it, Pumpkin..."
Kim felt so alive – the dim, strange surroundings, the mystery, the dangerous foe... and Shego was dangerous, too... even at play. Kim smiled, finally getting it, "What, no plasma?"
"Would it do any good?"
"Never has, has it? Still, if we're gonna do this... let's do it right!"
"You're the boss, Kimmie. So – 'go Shego'?" She asked as the green glow surrounded her hands.
This was gonna be SO great! She'd have to properly thank Ron sometime... her smile became a grin, "Yeah. Go, Shego!"
They proceeded to wear each other out, non-stop, for the next twenty minutes. None of the usual banter, no stopping to trade insults or innuendo – they were beyond that now. It was a constant battle, and it was serious; many of the blows might have landed the recipient in the hospital, had they connected, but blows that hard took time to set up, and they both knew how to spot the other's set-ups.
The fight became a constant dance, without any stepping off to the side or pauses. Both their bodies were in constant motion – sometimes Shego leading, sometimes Kim. An on-looker would have thought it was all rehearsed, their actions fit together so precisely. There were weapons-of-opportunity to be had: a fire extinguisher here, a piece of pipe there, an old car antenna... they were ignored. This wasn't about winning – this was about Unity. This was what they'd always wanted, but Winning had gotten in the way, before.
Not now. It didn't matter who "won" now. That was the difference...
And not thinking – that was the key. That was why Kim had been too self-conscious to allow Shego to go further than petting when they were making-out. That was why the fighting was crucial – no thinking because there wasn't time to think. It was a mode they got into... intimate, physical... the ebb-and-flow of attack and defend, the give-and-take of blocking and punching. Becoming lost in each other. Being the giver and the one given to... it translated so easily into... this:
Kim threw Shego against the wall with a twist of her shoulder, grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, immobilizing her with her face against the drywall. Shego could have broken the hold before it was even completed – she knew a dozen ways to do so, and she knew that Kim knew that she knew - but something told her not to. Somehow she felt that the Dance was changing, morphing into something else. Before these thoughts could even finish flashing through her mind, she felt Kim pressing her against the wall with her whole body, the girl's face and hot breath buried into and nuzzling deeper and deeper through her hair. Kim let go of her arms, and encircled Shego's belly instead.
Shego turned around inside Kim's embrace and panted into her hair while the other girl's open mouth slid around her neck, up her jawline, and over her own mouth. But they were breathing too hard to actually kiss, and had to be content with just brushing their lips together while they continued to fight for air. There just didn't seem to be enough air! They panted into each other's lungs as their lips explored, both of them now holding the other's head as if to make sure she couldn't get away.
They simultaneously pushed each other back, opening their eyes and looking into each other, as if they were both asking permission for the next step, but there was more in it than just that. It was almost like seeing each other for the first time, in a new light.
They began frantically undressing, seeming to know instinctively when to help each other out. Shego pulled her hidden zipper from neck to mid-thigh, and while Kim pulled Shego's cat-suit sleeves off, Shego tugged Kim's sweater up over her head and let it fall where it may. The speed at which the undressing was happing was almost comical – like something in a cartoon, where Babs Bunny unzips her Buster Bunny suit to reveal herself within the space of three frames. Having to undress was an annoyance – something to be dealt with as quickly as possible. There was nothing erotic about it. Shoes and boots flew, a utility belt sailed through the air... followed by a black B-cup sports-bra, and a green, C-cup-sized one, too. Cargo pants slid across the hallway floor. The remaining leg of Shego's skin-tight spandex reluctantly let go of it's wearer with a snap as Kim pulled on it.
They were down to their panties before Wade could even switch off the security camera.
In a movie, the two partners would have spent long seconds just staring at each other while the violins played.
Instead, Kim immediately fell to her knees and began pulling down Shego's underwear, her fast breath blowing into the Shego's black muff before they were even below her knees. No foreplay here. No need. Been there, done that, martial-arts style.
This was the other reason Kim's behavior had been so up-tight: she didn't know what she might do if the heat of the moment – any moment – were to get to her. She'd been having what she considered "dirty" thoughts about Shego... thoughts about doing things that were... embarrassing. "I'd never be able to look her in the eye again" type thoughts.
Lucky she wasn't thinking now.
Shego leaned back against the wall, bracing herself with her arms out, while Kim braced herself against Shego's thighs. This was Kim's time, and Shego was just along for the ride. Her role right now was only to react to what was being done to her; her verbal signals - "Ah!" when Kim pressed her tongue too hard against her button, "Ohmmmm..." after she'd backed off and pressed at it from underneath instead – the only form of communication between them.
But the red-head wasn't really interested in Shego's reactions so much as she was obsessed with Shego's actual body. It was her first time – with anyone – and there were things she... wanted. At the very top of that list, fairly far above her second-place desires, was to taste Shego's vagina.
One would think that Kim – being a girl herself – would know better than to try and do that from the front... yet it took her a full two minutes of trying to figure it out. Still on her knees, she scooted back two steps, pulled Shego forcefully away from the wall and spun her around, then dove in from behind, trying to lick, suck, and pant for breath at the same time.
After the initial shock, and a little time to figure out what Kim was up to, Shego leaned forward against the wall again while Kim's tongue probed – and found – the tunnel she was looking for.
It wasn't really so different from kissing her mouth. It felt different, and it was quite a bit wetter, but as far as taste – about the same. But Kim wasn't really thinking these things – they would filter into her conscious mind later – right now her passion was more absorbed in the knowing of where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it to: Shego. Between Shego's legs. Her face buried in Shego's bottom. Her tongue in Shego's vagina. That was what mattered! That was what she wanted!
And Shego, "along for the ride" as she was, alternately closed and opened wide her eyes as Kim took her. The feel of Kim's hot breath on her vulva alone was enough to shut her mind down, never mind Kim's soft lips on her labia, never mind Kim's questioning tongue probing inside her. She shuddered involuntarily. Her passion sprang from the same well as Kim's: the knowing. Knowing it was Kim behind her, Kim's mouth pressed to her labia, Kim's nose against her asshole, Kim's tongue within her, and Kim who couldn't seem to get enough. It would be fair to say that "Kim" filled her mind, and therefore no surprise that she kept quietly repeating her name as she gasped for breath.
Their dance continued in unison, just as it had before. Only the tune had changed.
When it came, Shego's orgasm was like a new experience for her, because it came all at once - not the usual slow buildup she was used to. She wasn't even expecting it – it shouldn't have happened at all. Not without clitoral stimulation of some kind it shouldn't. It never had before. But the Kim kept pressing her tongue down – with respect to her mouth – or forward – with respect to Shego's vagina - playing at the odd, smooth but pebbly texture she found there and eventually Shego just exploded without warning, wracking her body and mind with the intense sweet pain. She nearly hit her forehead against the wall as the spasms shook the pair of them. She cried out with each one, because she couldn't help it.
Outside the building, Ron heard, and smiled to himself without really knowing why.
Kim might have stopped, had she been listening, but she was having her own mental climax of sorts, as she suddenly found her mouth full of liquid – the bodily expression of her lover's culminating passion. She swallowed, and still it came on, hot, wet, apparently out of nowhere, seeming as if it had just suddenly materialized in her mouth. She swallowed again.
And again.
She hadn't known that this was what she'd been wanting – to drink from between Shego's legs – but now that it was happening, she lost herself in it even more than she'd been lost in Shego's body before. To drink, to swallow, to consume... to make a part of Shego a part of herself... to be Shego in a very real and physical sense – this was what she'd hungered for, and she began to slurp, lap, and suck greedily, wanting more, more, ever more, don't stop Shego, fill me up, give me all of you, I want all of you...
Until finally she'd taken as much as the other girl could give, and – with the greatest reluctance – removed her face from the warm embracing kiss of Shego's vulva. She wiped her face with her arm and looked up and down at the body she'd just... shared. Shego's body. She looked between the buttocks in front of her face at her brown rose, and gave Shego a playful lick on her anus, at which the older girl's eyes popped open again with an expression of "Oh god, what now?", but Kim just did it that once. It was a sort of signal, although Kim wasn't conscious of it at the time; it meant "nothing is too intimate for me, now, because I'm yours".
Shego turned slowly around, unsure of her muscles, of whether they would obey her commands or not, and slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, face to face, with Kim sitting on her heels between her pale green legs. They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. There was nothing that really needed saying.
The Dance paused as the dancers caught their breaths.
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