FUNeral
By Eoraptor
Kim looked around the garage that made her apartment look like a mouse trap. Then she turned and looked at Shego, remembering what the older woman had said on the ride over.
"And on the plane?"
"Well, in my fighter… but it was safely on the ground at the time because… one seat, mach 2… even I'm not into that level of risk."
"I can get that. Plus, couldn't be that comfortable, right?"
"Yeah, it was more about the need than the fun that time… not like when I joined the six feet under club."
"The…?" Kim tilted her head in confusion.
"Come on, you know this," Shego smirked playfully, "At a…"
"What? WHAT?! Oh God no, tell me you didn't! Not at a…!?"
"And why not? The guy in the box deserved to be there anyways, and the public thought I left in a show of good taste. Meanwhile I was singing hallelujah in the rectory… it was a win-win-win."
"Good grief… you are a hedonist."
"No, I'm just a bad girl, Princess…"
"Six feet under… I mean. I've done the mile high club, and made out during free falls, but…"
"Like I said, bad girl, Kimmie."
AN: just an old cookie and writing style cookie I dug up. REVIEWS = LOVE
