The Dance paused as the dancers caught their breaths.
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Finally Shego had recovered herself – and her breath – enough to say, "You're just full of surprises, Pumpkin... Doy!"
Not quite sure which "surprise" she was referring to, but unable to keep from thinking of all the things she'd done that had surprised herself, Kim blushed and lowered her eyes. Which only made her blush more as her eyes fell onto Shego's breasts... so she looked off to the side, abashedly.
"Yeah" Kim said, "... didn't know I had it in me." She rolled her eyes as possible puns from that remark crossed her mind, and quickly added, changing the subject, "You know, it's my turn now, right?"
Shego smirked in the way that Kim found infuriating and enticing at the same time, "Depends on what you mean by 'turn', I guess. As far as I'm concerned, it's my 'turn', but then, we might mean the same thing, either way."
Kim looked away again in embarrassment. She kept doing that!
"God, Kimmie... you are SO cute when you blush like that... I wish I had a camera right now."
Kim looked back over and up into Shego's green eyes and smiled, suddenly realizing that it was okay to be embarrassed – and not necessary to be embarrassed about being embarrassed – in front of her lover. Her lover... the phrase echoed in her mind. Shego is my lover. I'm her lover. We're lovers. I... the final phase, the caboose to that train of thought, ... love her. I love her. I... love... her...
"I love her" she whispered out loud, not quite knowing that she was doing so.
Somehow, Shego's lips lost the smirking quality, but remained smiling.
"I love her, too" Shego replied, only a little louder.
Kim's face burned, but she didn't look away this time.
Shego took pity, "But this floor is cold on my butt. Wanna see the bedroom?" she asked teasingly, nodding toward a door behind Kim, and carefully lifting herself off the floor on her still-weak legs.
"The bedroom?"
"Well... a bed. In a room. So I guess it's a bedroom now..." she grinned, holding out a hand to help Kim get up because her legs were shaky too – she'd been on her knees for some time.
"How... who... -"
"Ron, Monique, and Wade set it all up. I think that Bonnie girl might have been in on it too. Ron told me about it this afternoon. I knew they were putting something together... but I have to admit, I never expected anything like this -" She opened the door.
One wouldn't think that pink, green, and black would be that great of a combination, but in the decor of this "bedroom" it seemed perfectly natural. Perfectly natural for a bedroom suite in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, anyway.
Drapes hung over the (painted-out) windows behind a queen-sized bed. There was a couch, two chairs, a coffee-table... only the television was missing. Even the walls had been painted – pink, green, and black, of course, just like the drapes, bedspread, and blankets that covered the furniture. It wasn't extravagant by any means, but Kim could tell that a lot of thought had gone into it. And an immaculate – if a little decrepit – bathroom completed the amenities.
Kim stood in awe. Ron, Mon, Bon, and Wade did all this? She knew they were friends, but this... this was a whole 'nother thing. She suddenly felt almost like crying. With friends like these... well, and an enemy like Shego, for that matter...
Shego stood in awe too – staring from behind at Kim clad only in her pink rose-print undies. She wanted so much to touch the her. She was allowed to touch her. She had a right to touch her. It was her turn to touch her...
But there was something else she wanted in addition to that, "Kimmie... you know what I want you to do to me, don't you?"
That snapped the teenager out of it. Shego wanted to be controlled, wanted Kim to be her Mistress. Yes, she knew... and she didn't want to. Or at least, a part of her didn't want to, a deeply-hidden part - a part she didn't really want to expose to the light of day. If she were to lose herself again, doing that... well, I'd never be able to look her in the eye again. A feeling she'd had before...
And found out it wasn't the case. But, as always, 'this was different'. What if she... were to go to far? Shego could hate her! She would certainly hate Shego if... if the situation were the other way around... big time! Here they had finally found something in each other, and the very thought of losing it so soon, and for Shego's cheap thrill... Okay, that's not fair – I don't know what kind of thrill she gets from it... I just know I don't understand it. Well, much. No, no, I don't...
"Shego... I... I'm not sure I'm..."
"Nothing big, don't worry. Just... y'know, a little, here and there. You don't know how it feels, to me Pumpkin... It's not like you think."
Kim turned around to face her, "So... uh... what is it like, then?"
"I don't think I can really explain" Shego said, abashed herself now. She walked over to the painted window as if she'd be able to look out from it, "It's... I guess it's just so different from... y'know, how I am, usually. How we were. Just the thought of you... having your way with me..." Looking back and seeing the look on Kim's face, she stopped trying to explain and just sighed deeply, giving in. "Look, Kim. If ya don't want to, it's okay. Maybe some other time? You'll think about it?"
Kim swallowed, "I have thought about it."
Shego raised an eyebrow. Was that a good sign or a bad one? "... And?..."
Kim hadn't really thought that she'd have to explain what she meant – she wasn't thinking that far ahead. "And... I... uh... Well, I might like it... I think... depending on..."
A glimmer of hope was good enough for Shego, "Okay, okay Pumpkin. I can see ya don't wanna talk about it. I really don't want to pressure you into anything." She went back over to her girlfriend – lover – and put her arms over her shoulders, looking down slightly into Kim's face. "If ya want to – it's cool. If not – that's cool too. 'Kay?"
Kim held Shego's hips as she looked up into her eyes. Whatever happened, it would be "cool"... For some reason, she thought that maybe Shego was right about that... Well then... maybe...
"Lie down, Shego" she commanded, only a little apprehensively.
Shego bit her lower lip as she felt the order take hold. Of course, Kim had meant "on the bed", even though she hadn't said it – she knew that. She turned and took the two steps to the bed, trying all the time to stop herself. Trying to find a way to stop herself – but she couldn't. She lay down on her back, arms out, legs slightly spread.
Now, why did I do THAT? How come I didn't just lie on my stomach, or side, or... and how come I put my arms out like this? When the answer occurred to her, she shivered – because this is what she meant. Or maybe it's just what I want her to mean – lie down and be... helpless... A rush of warmth came over her to replace the shiver. Helpless...
Kim sat on the bed beside her, unsure what to do next. Shego wasn't saying anything... but the expression in her eyes... was... begging for more? Could that be right? Or was it just Kim's imagination. She looked Shego's body up and down as she lay spread-eagled on the bed – hers to do with as she pleased. That thought was making her hot, even as she wished it didn't. Then – an idea. She straddled Shego's hips, and more ideas sprang unbidden into her mind. Yes. She could do this. It would be... okay...
"Now don't move" Kim said, adding "And be quiet" just a little later. She felt a little apprehensive about the 'be quiet'... cutting off Shego's only way of giving her feedback. But to try and undo the order would sort of break the mood. And Shego wasn't complaining. Not that she could have complained anyway... still, she didn't look distressed. Maybe a little worried... but that was part of the game, wasn't it? Kim hoped so.
She began fondling Shego's breasts, cupping them and pushing them slightly up. Squeezing lightly. Kneading gently. She began to kiss them, first one, then the other, careful to keep away from her nipples. She brushed her lips along the soft, pale, green skin, inhaling Shego's fragrance, running along the outsides, the bottoms, the cleavage... everywhere but the nipples, which were by now fully erect and begging to to be suckled. Shego began to moan quietly from the back of her throat without knowing it.
Kim hadn't touched the nipples. Nothing had touched Shego's nipples. And yet... Shego could feel her nipples, somehow. She was aware of them in a strange way, as if – as if her nipples themselves were expecting Kim's mouth upon them at any moment.
When that moment finally came, her chest involuntarily heaved, as if trying to press her breast into Kim's face, to force the nipple further into Kim's mouth. But Kim didn't allow that to happen, and lifted and lowered her head along with the convulsions, all the while putting as much saliva onto the nipple as she could, spreading it around the aureole with her tongue. And still – even with her lips sealed around it – she tried her best to stay away from the very tip. She had one hand on her lover's other breast, that nipple between the second joints of her index and middle finger.
She bought those fingers and her lips together at the same time, slightly suckling, putting pressure on the sides of that second-most-erogenous zone – never directly on top. Shego's breath caught in her throat. Her Mistress relaxed the hand, and let her mouth open itself, her lips sliding back down the spit-slick aureole.
Then she closed them again, just a bit more forcefully than before. Then opened. And closed again... and again... and again... until Shego thought she might go insane, her head thrashing back and forth despite the order not to move. It was almost like torture – Shego lay there helpless, unable to do anything, unable to even speak while Kim suckled gently at one nipple and squeezed the other in steady rhythm. The sensation was near-electric, pulsing through her whole body, building, building... she was going to orgasm. From just her nipples? How was it that Kim kept doing this to to her?
That was the thought that released it: what was Kim doing to her...
She screamed in short bursts as her hips and chest both went into uncontrollable convulsions, as if she were trying to buck the other girl off, but Kim held on and tried not to break contact, at the same time trying to ensure that the other girl didn't''t force her breast too hard into her face. Meanwhile, Shego's arms also convulsed, rising up off the bed, and then jerking back down, as if her body and mind were fighting each other for control. Her hands clutched at the sheets, then splayed out, then clutched again.
Eventually – after about two minutes – Kim began to lighten up on her suckling and squeezing, because Shego's screaming had ended, then the bucking and flailing, and finally the gasping and clutching. She just instinctively knew that Shego's erogenous zones would be largely un-touchable now, so sensitive that any further stimulation would only be perceived as pain. She slid further down until she could rest her head on her lover's heaving belly and listened to her breathe.
"Is that what you wanted?" Kim asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh... god... Kim..." Shego panted. "Yes... Let... Let me... move..." Apparently it was alright to talk again, at least in answer to a question.
"Okay, Shego. I take it all back." She lifted her lips from Shego's belly-button to look at her face questioningly, "Does that work? What I said about taking it back?"
Shego lifted her arms and stroked Kim's hair, "Looks like it does, yeah" she said. That was SO good, SO what she'd wanted – even the "be quiet" was just the perfect added touch... "Kimmie... thank you. You don't know how good that was..."
"That's two for you and I'm still waiting for mine. I thought it was supposed to be my turn!" Kim teased, smiling up at her from her stomach.
"Your wish is my command, Mistress."
"Oh, stop it" Kim giggled, but kind of appreciated the 'Mistress' part. She could get used to that. Oh yeah, she could.
"Get up here, Princess."
"Hey! I thought I was giving the orders around here!"
"Oh?" Shego raised an eyebrow, "So, you are starting to get into it, then?" She had rather thought that what Kim had just done would be the end of it, for tonight. But if Kim were willing to go further...
Kim thought about it. She could make Shego do things to her... but they were all things Shego would probably do anyway. It had been kind of fun "having her way" with her body while Shego couldn't do anything about it. And there were things that she'd like that Shego probably wouldn't think to do...
But nah. Not now. The "Mistress" thing could be fun from time to time, but Kim really didn't want it to become a cornerstone of their relationship, sexual or otherwise.
"Yeah, I think I am... but... don't you think that's enough for... y'know, our first night?"
Shego smiled at her, "I guess so. Don't want to over-do it. Besides, it'll give ya more time to think, right? Maybe... surprise me again? You really do, Kimmie. I'm actually surprised at how much you surprise me."
Kim crawled up face to face with her, another idea springing to her mind as she did so, "Hey, I got one. I got an order for ya. You'll like it."
"Do tell, Princess. How may I serve?" Shego asked, getting a little worried again. Kim's voice had an odd tone to it, when she'd spoken.
Kim rolled over, pulling Shego on top of her, then held her up by the shoulders, so that the older girl was suspended above her face, the jet-black hair falling down from both sides of Shego's head, making a private space for the two of them.
"It's my turn, right?" Kim whispered.
"Yessss..." Shego answered apprehensively. What did Kim have in mind?
"Shego – rock my world."
Oh. Well... doy, "Yes, Mistress" she said.
And she did.
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