Chapter 2

When Kim woke up, it took her a while to figure out where she was. When she did, she felt an onslaught of mixed emotions, sudden panic the most urgent of them. She fought it down; it was too late for regrets now. She opened up her eyes and looked around her. She wasn't surprised to find herself alone in the bed. Her outstretched hand felt the warmth from the spot Shego had slept in. The notion sent a thrill right trough her body. Her stomach felt fluttery, and a much more intense sensation sprang into being between her legs, an echo from last night.

She really went through with it. She marveled at the thought of actually having slept with the woman she'd lusted after for so long. Her body felt delightfully languid. It hadn't been quite like her illicit fantasies, but it had still been wonderful. She'd known Shego was more experienced than her, but she'd only dared to hope that she'd be as generous a lover as she had proven to be. She'd been so nervous when she'd followed Shego in, but the older woman had guided her along, more gently than she'd have expected.

Another bout of panic shot trough her when she realized how badly the night could have gone if Shego had been less kind, if she'd been demeaning or, even worse, just straight up laughed at Kim's desire. She probably should have thought about that beforehand, but she'd known deep inside her that Shego wasn't that bad, underneath her facade.

A sound had been working its way through Kim's consciousness, and she finally recognized it as the shower. Shego was still here. She smiled at the thought. She thought of getting up, but her body voted against it. She stretched and then dug herself deeper under the sheet, luxuriating in the warmth. She looked for a clock and noted the time was after one. The light streaming through closed drapes confirmed it was daytime. She'd slept for maybe five or six hours. She felt much more rested that that.

The shower stopped. Kim tried to compose herself. She needed to play it cool. She'd gotten Shego in bed, but there hadn't been any promises beyond that. She didn't want to come across as too clingy.

A hair dryer started up in the bathroom. With the amount of hair Shego had, it'd probably be a while until she got out. Kim loved Shego's hair. It was the first feature on the woman that had attracted her attention, even before she realized why being near Shego made her feel so odd. She'd thought about running her fingers through those wondrous raven locks long before she'd come to terms with having more than abstract appreciation for female bodies. She thought about volunteering to help Shego dry and brush her hair, but wasn't sure how she'd take it.

Kim went back to wondering how she was supposed to act. How did people act after a one-night stand? Did they shake hands and go their separate ways? Should there be hugging and kissing and hints about a next time? Should she be cool and collected or joke about it? Kim had no idea. She hoped Shego still respected her, then giggled at the cliche.

Shego emerged from the bathroom dressed in the clothes Kim had loaned her, her hair, still a little damp, hanging behind her.

"Good morning, Kimmie," Shego said, her face neutral.

"Morning, Shego," Kim said. She couldn't help a smile creeping onto her face. Was there an answering twinkle in Shego's eye? Maybe she just imagined it. She reminded herself that she'd decided to play it cool.

"Kimmie," Shego said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "last night was nice, but you know that's all it was, right?"

"Yeah, I get it. It won't change anything. Next time we meet, I'm going to put you in prison again. But thank you, for being so, uh, considerate."

"I'm not going to use this against you. I'm evil, not a jerk. But that's just for this one time, okay? Next time we meet, I will kick your ass and not feel the slightest bit bad about it."

Kim tried not to let it show on her face when her dreams cracked. She'd known that one night was all she'd get, going at it like this. She'd convinced herself that she was fine with it, that it was the most she could hope for. It hadn't stopped her from hoping Shego would feel something, that maybe the villain had harbored secret dreams of her own. It hurt that she could be so unmoved by their night together.

"Do me a favor, Shego. When you leave, don't steal my car. If I don't return it, there might be some inconvenient questions."

"Please tell me you didn't rent it under your own name."

"Nah, I have a set of fake papers Wade made for me. I needed them anyway, since I'm too young to rent a car."

"But of course you are," Shego said, sighing. "Kim, did I just land myself on the sex offender registry?"

"What? No, don't worry. I can give legal consent, in this state at least," Kim said. She was a little surprised Shego worried about that; it didn't seem to have bothered her last night.

"Are you really worried about that? I mean, you're already a criminal."

"There are the kinds of crimes that are good for your reputation, like the ones I do. And then there are the kinds that are not, and abusing children pretty much heads that list."

"I'm not a child!" Kim said, getting angry. She couldn't believe Shego would think of her as a child after sleeping with her.

"We're talking about reputation, and criminals aren't the most sophisticated people. They see 'statutory rape' and 'minor', and they don't care for much more nuance."

Shego was silent for a moment, then continued, "I was caught by surprise, that's all. You act so mature most of the time I didn't even remember you're underage."

"I'm going to have a shower," Kim said.

She got up and fought down an irrational desire to cover herself with the sheet. She was dressed in panties and a t-shirt, and Shego had seen quite a bit more of her last night. She went to her bag to collect her toiletries. The way she bent down over it with her legs held straight was perhaps not quite necessary, but despite her annoyance she felt a little thrill over the thought of Shego's eyes roaming her body. Maybe that would convince her she was all grown up.


Kim stepped under the shower. The warm water felt wonderful. For a moment she just stood there eyes closed, letting the water cascade over her, with rivulets running down her body. Eventually she reached for the soap and started washing herself.

She couldn't decide how she felt about Shego and the encounter. She'd asked for a one-night stand and she'd gotten it. She'd hoped for more and been disappointed. She knew it was unfair to be upset with Shego for not living up to her dreams.

She could have just said goodnight to the woman, planting the idea that their relationship could be more than just adversarial, but she had thought about having Shego for too long to turn the opportunity down. Kim smiled. It had been so good.

It wasn't quite the all-night session she had imagined. They had both been so tired that once the adrenaline wore down and they reached their respective peaks, they'd just drifted off to sleep. The primary reason she had rented the room for the entire weekend was because she didn't know when exactly Shego would break out; in fact, there had been a fair chance it wouldn't be this weekend at all. However, somewhere at the back of her mind had been a though that they'd shut themselves in the room and wouldn't come out till Sunday.

Kim regretted she hadn't just dragged Shego back in bed with her when she woke up. Her disappointment was wearing off, and the desire the villainess inspired in her was winning out. The stimulation from the shower might have had something to do with it, too.

One of Kim's hands wandered between her legs, and a light touch sent a shiver through her. She wanted to relieve herself so badly, but she didn't know if Shego had left yet, and she wasn't sure if the shower would mask the sounds. It did occur to her that it was a little odd to be too bashful to let Shego know she was touching herself while hoping that it was Shego's fingers down there. Or maybe her tongue. Kim blushed.

The hot water ran out, and Kim finished with a cold shower. It didn't help at all.


When Kim stepped out from the bathroom, dressed in fresh clothes, she was surprised to see Shego seated on the bed, flipping through a magazine she had found somewhere.

"Oh, you're still here," Kim said.

"Not going to walk out of here in broad daylight, Kimmie. You told me the room was paid for the weekend. I'm going to sit right here until the sun goes down."

"Oh, okay. There's some more food left, I can leave it in the fridge."

"Yeah, cool," Shego said, not looking at her.

Kim finished toweling off and brushing her hair and got her gear together. There wasn't much of it; just some spare clothes and toiletries.

"I'll leave the rest of the food for you. There's some fruit and sandwiches," Kim said. She felt the situation called for something more, but she wasn't sure what to say. "I, uh, I guess I'll see you when Dr. Drakken goes to work on his next plan." Kim headed for the door.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?" Shego laid the magazine down and stared at Kim.

"Uh, home? I've got hours to go yet. I'd like to try to make it back in time for dinner."

"And maybe call in a hint about an escaped convict while you're at it?"

"Shego, I wouldn't do something like that. How can you even think so?"

"Can you look me in the eye and honestly tell me you're really okay with just letting me go?"

Kim couldn't quite bring herself to face the thief. If there was one downside to this plan, beyond her personal misgivings, it was that.

"It's what I committed to, when I set out on this..." Kim didn't quite know how to phrase her plan to get laid by Shego.

"Sure you did. A goody-goody like you probably springs people out of prison all the time."

"I didn't break you out. I just... failed to do anything about it."

"And gave me a lift. That's aiding and abetting, Kimmie."

"Do you really think I'd do something like that to you?" Kim wanted to add 'after last night', but decided against it. She sat down on the bed next to Shego.

"Arrange for me to be imprisoned? I seem to recall you doing that before. More than once, too."

"Those were missions. If you're so worried about that, why are you still here? I could call the cops right now."

"And reveal our sordid little affair to the world? I don't think so, Kimmie. That would be your reputation ruined."

"You could reveal that even if I wasn't here," Kim said. The thought caused her stomach to drop.

"Who'd believe me? I'm not interested in getting a reputation as a delusional, Kim-obsessed lesbo. But if somebody walks in on us together, here in your little love nest, I don't even have to say anything. The cops will jump to that conclusion all on their own."

"How can I convince you I'm not going to betray you?"

"Easy. Just wait here with me until evening. When the sun sets and the traffic dies down we go our separate ways, and anything that happened here stays just between us."

Kim looked at the clock. It wasn't even two.

"And what are we supposed to do all day?"

Shego's eyes flicked towards the bed. Kim giggled, relieved. It was a rather obvious idea, but as bitter as Shego had sounded right now, she hadn't thought the woman would be in the mood.

"Well," Kim said, affecting coyness, "I suppose if I have to, I might stay a little longer..."

Then she was on her back and Shego's arms were around her and Shego's lips on hers and Shego's tongue in her mouth, and there was no more room for thought.


Kim's smile lasted for miles. The second session had been much more satisfying than the first. More than that, it raised the distinct possibility that Shego might not be averse to a repeat performance sometime later.

"I'm going to get you yet, Shego," she said to the empty car. "The hero always gets the girl, you know."

Kim had almost chickened out. She had spent almost all of the savings she'd spent months accumulating on this mission, just for the chance to get Shego alone. She had gotten that chance, but when it had come time to seduce Shego she had chocked, even when Shego herself had turned the conversation towards sex. If Shego hadn't figured out what was going on at the last minute, Kim would have just said good night and driven home, frustrated and disappointed in herself. She was glad that hadn't happened.

She wasn't sure where things would go from here. She thought there was a possibility they could have a relationship beyond a mere fling; she certainly was going to try for it. But even if Shego wouldn't want one, she would always have the memories of what had to be the best day of her life.

For the rest of the long drive Kim happily relived the encounter again and again, trying to commit every moment to memory, and fantasized about a possible future.


It was after three in the morning when Kim finally made it home, so she could be forgiven for not having expected her mother to be waiting up for her.

"How was the mission, Kim?" Dr. Possible said from the couch. She reached for the remote and switched the television off.

"Uh, you know, stakeouts. Nothing much happened."

"You could have let us know your schedule a little earlier, you know."

"It wasn't really up to me. You didn't have to wait up, Mom."

"Do you know why we let you do your missions, Kim? Why we let you jet around the world at the drop of the hat with no adult supervision?"

"Because you're ferociously cool?"

"It's because we trust you, Kim."

"Oh. Right." Kim had a bad feeling about this.

"It has never even occurred to us that you might abuse that trust to use missions as an excuse to get around curfew. Is there any reason for us to question that trust in you?"

"Uh..." Kim didn't like lying. She especially didn't like lying to her parents.

"Kimberly Ann, look me in the eye and tell me this was a real mission. Please."

"I, um, might have embellished some details?"

Dr. Possible sighed. Kim very rarely saw her parents look disappointed in her. It was not a comfortable experience.

"Please tell me it's not what it looks like."

"Uh, what does it look like?"

"You tell me what you'd suspect if your teenage daughter arranged to be away for a night under false pretenses and came home walking on air."

It occurred to Kim that there were a number of entirely believable explanations, but she knew which one her mother meant. She also happened to be right. She didn't manage to get a word out; her mother seemed to take it as a confirmation of her fears.

"Please tell me you were careful."

"Mom, I'm not... I'm not going to get pregnant." Saying that aloud wasn't comfortable, for either of them. Dr. Possible closed her eyes with a pained expression. Kim wondered if her mother knew this hadn't been the first time for her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom. I know how it works. I didn't do anything that could get me pregnant." Not to mention she hadn't done it with anyone who could get her pregnant, at least not without a serious application of mad science. She wondered if she should come out to her mother. It probably wouldn't get her in any more trouble, and it might distract her from the rest of the lecture.

"What about STIs?"

"Mom, do we have to talk about this now?"

"I seem to recall we already had a talk about this, but clearly you didn't take everything to heart. Are you safe?"

Kim didn't know. They hadn't used any protection. She just hadn't thought about it. It never occurred to her that someone as gorgeous as Shego could be marred with an infection. It was stupid of her, since she knew Shego did hook-ups, with both men and women; it's how she'd known her plan had a chance of success. It was quite possible she might have picked up something along the way.

"I'm not sure," Kim said.

"Should I arrange for you to be tested?"

"No, I'll do it. It's my fault."

Dr. Possible got up and hugged Kim tight. "You know that I love you, Kim, don't you? I'm mad at you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. You and your brothers are the most precious things to me in the entire world. I just want you to be okay."

"Mom, it's going to be okay. My missions are a lot more dangerous than..." Kim found that she couldn't say 'sex' aloud to her mother. Dr. Possible let out a short laugh.

"I suppose it is a little funny I'm much more comfortable with you out to fight villains than sneaking out with a boy." She let Kim go.

"Was this the first time?"

"This was the first time I used a mission as an excuse." The blatant evasion also answered the other possible question, of course. "It won't happen again."

"I know it won't."

"Mom, you're not going to stop me from doing missions, are you? They aren't just for me, there's a lot of people out there who need help."

"Kim, you betrayed our trust in you; there are going to be consequences."

"I know... but missions?"

"I'll have to think about it. If I ground you or forbid any missions your father will want to know the reason, and I'm not sure yet if I want to tell him. I'm not sure he's ready to learn her little girl isn't a little girl anymore."

There was another pause as Kim tried to think of something to say.

"Is it anyone I know?"

"No, Mom." They'd met, but Kim didn't think that counted as knowing her.

"Someone you met on your missions?"

"Yeah."

"Is it someone you feel comfortable bringing home?"

"Not really."

"Someone older and exiting, maybe? Perhaps a little bit dangerous?"

Kim froze as she began to think her mother knew who it was. Dr. Possible sighed.

"Kim, teens have curfews for a reason. I know what it's like to be tempted by the forbidden, or to want to rebel against your parents' wishes, but when you're young you can make really bad decisions you regret later. I know it feels like parents don't understand anything, but we just want to protect you."

"I'm not going to regret it, Mom. Remember what we talked about with Nana? How she didn't regret anything she'd done, only things she hadn't."

"I'm not sure this is what she was talking about, Kim."

"I think this is exactly the kind of thing she meant. Yeah, maybe it was impulsive, and maybe I didn't think things all the way through, but I don't think I'm going to regret it when I look back on my life. But if I hadn't done it, I'd always be wondering what it would have been like."

"I hope you're right, Kim." Dr. Possible looked at the clock. "Go to sleep, Kim. Tomorrow we'll figure out your punishment."

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night, Kim."

Kim walked up to her room and unpacked her bag. Even though it was the middle of the night and she was alone, she glanced around before she pulled out the orange prison overalls. She carefully straightened the article of clothing and hung it at the very back of her closet, next to a black and green catsuit. She stripped out of her clothes and threw them in a hamper, putting on a fresh t-shirt and pajama pants.

Out of a sense of duty Kim opened a drawer on her desk and pulled out her Kimmunicator. She turned the device back on and noticed Wade had tried to contact her three times over the weekend. She decided to call him back in the morning, even though she suspected there was a decent chance he was still up. She placed the device on her nightstand.

Kim turned out the lights, crawled under the blanket, and cried herself to sleep.