Yet Another Kigo Fic! – Chapter 7

By Ken-Zero

Disclaimer: As always, nobody in here is my own creation. Kim, Shego, and everyone else related to the KP-verse all belong to Disney; Isabel and Kane belong to StarvingLunatic; and all your base are belong to someone else, since I can't afford them.

Kim had seen the green blast, but she couldn't quite believe it.

Until she rounded a corner just in time to watch a familiar figure dive out of the way of a titanic rat foot.

Her nerves—and, part of her noted distantly, her heart—twisted horribly as she watched the near-miss, but she didn't have the time to indulge in the luxury of analyzing her feelings; Shego was her friend, and Kim would be damned if she wasn't going to do something to avoid having her friend flattened.

She pulled out her grappling hair dryer as she raced across to where Shego was picking herself up off the ground. Another small part of Kim's mind noted the lack of her distinctive black-and-green catsuit, but she was more concerned about safety at the moment. She leapt, bouncing off a series of fallen slabs as she zipped across the newly-open square towards the one person she cared about more than herself right now.

She finally skidded to a stop next to Shego, who whipped around at the noise, hands flaring. Absolute shock registered on her face. "Princess?!" she exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Run now talk later," Kim hurried as she grabbed Shego around the waist as tightly as she could. She fired off her grappling hook, having to wait in place for the next precious few seconds before it reached its fullest extension and wrapped itself around a very gothic-looking gargoyle on a decently-distant building. Feeling the line tension Kim engaged the return motor and they zipped away…just barely in time as another titanic rat foot slammed down right behind them. The displaced air rushed around them but didn't dislodge either female from the line, and they were pulled along to the relative safety of another building. Kim waited for the line to fully retract before facing Shego again. "I got called in," she finally explained, and Shego blinked, still a bit thrown from the near-death experience and the sudden rescue.

"Who?" she managed finally.

"I don't know; Wade didn't say, but apparently you or I have friends in some very high places." Kim narrowed her eyes. "I got a ride from a prototype Air Force jet."

"And why would I have anything to do with that?"

"Why were you playing hero down there?" Kim returned.

"I was not!" Shego protested hotly. Crossing her arms over her chest, she went on, "Look, Kimmie, even if I were trying to save the day, you of all people ought to know I don't 'play' at it. I've done it before, I can do it again. But!" She held up a finger before Kim could do or say anything else. "For your information, Miss Priss, I was trying to save my own life, and the best way to do that is to blow these guys the fuck up."

"And you just happened to end up smack in the middle of all this?" Kim sounded like she didn't quite believe it.

"You got it," Shego replied. "I live here, Kimmie. Like, on a permanent basis. This is my home city." Kim sensed the unspoken "Doy" hanging in the air.

She blinked as something else dawned on her. "So did you see where these came from?" she asked, sort of changing the subject.

"Not really," Shego admitted, calming slightly. "They just…were there."

"You mean someone else actually got the drop on you?" Kim asked, both her tone and expression entirely incredulous.

"No," Shego replied irritably. "I mean what I said: they just appeared all of a sudden."

A tremor shook their perch, and they ceased their short argument to look back at the rampaging giant mutant killer cyborg rats. Kim's targets were milling about aimlessly, bumping into some skyscrapers and casually crushing the few remaining intact automobiles into aluminum cans beneath their massive feet. One of the three had actually tripped, if its current posture was any indication, and its massive weight shifting had caused the shaking.

Kim turned back to Shego, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, Shego," she said quietly, which surprised the former villainess. "I shouldn't have accused you of playing or anything…I was just surprised to see you there, I guess."

Shego was slightly disturbed; Kim wasn't supposed to apologize to her, for one, and for two, this scene was giving her a feeling of slight déjà vu. Kim's expression was killing her frustration with the younger girl, too, which was throwing off her usual groove. She scrambled mentally for a few seconds to get back on track, and when she was ready she adopted a carefully neutral expression. "Hey, Kimmie," she began, almost as softly as Kim, "chin up—you were just doing what you've been doing for ever and ever, right? I think I have it in me to forgive you once or twice, you know." She finished with one of her lopsided half-smirk-half-smiles.

Kim echoed the smile. "I would never have guessed," she replied. Then her mood shifted and she was back to business—they'd have time for sappiness later. "So how are we going to get rid of these things?"

"My plasma wasn't working so well that I could see," Shego admitted. "I think the force was having more effect than the heat."

"Which is really strange," Kim agreed. Just then her Kimmunicator went off. She yanked it out and hit the screen without really paying attention to it, instead focusing more on the rats. "Go, Wade," she ordered.

"Hey, Kim," Wade called, "I've got a—uh, wait a second. Why's Shego there, and not trying to beat you senseless?"

"Now's not the time, poindexter," Shego threatened before Kim could respond. "What the hell are these rats and why are they here?"

"Uh…don't know that much yet," he admitted, "but if you could get me closer…?"

Shego looked incredulously at the screen, but Kim shrugged. "Can do," she told him. "You want me to get actually on one?"

Wade nodded. "Seeing as they're cyberized," he reasoned, "you should be able to plug in the Kimmunicator just fine. I can have all kinds of fun from there."

Shego shifted her "are you crazy?!" look from the device to Kim. "You want to go back there?"

"We've got to get rid of them, don't we?" Kim said, returning the glorified phone to her pocket. "Besides, you said you lived here; wouldn't want your home to crumble from a giant mutant killer cyborg rat infestation, would you?"

"I can't believe you said that with a straight face," Shego grumbled, then sighed. "Let's go."

With that the two swept into action. Kim fired off her grappling hair dryer again, this time allowing the two to descend to ground level without fear of going splat. They dashed towards the closest of the rodents of quite unusual size, and skidded to a stop when they saw it turn its attention to them. "Uh oh," Kim muttered, before she and Shego skittered apart, giving it two targets instead of one.

Luckily for Kim, who also felt a bit guilty for thinking that, it decided to go after Shego again. After all, she glowed, and she hurt. Kim raced around to its backside, dodging the flailing tail that was as thick as the steel cables on suspension bridges. Seeing a moment present itself she gathered her legs under her and leapt, trusting in her prodigious athleticism and cheerleading skills to get her a decent vertical head start in climbing the thing's back.

Shego, for her part, swore viciously as the thing tried to step on her yet again. She saw one foot coming and gathered her plasma to her hands, flinging it at the offending appendage. True to what she'd told Kim it looked like it didn't hurt much, but the kinetic force flung the foot back with enough distance to temporarily unbalance the king-sized rat. Shego used the opportunity to run out in front of it and catch its attention again, waving her arms over her head and making sure it lumbered towards her before she raced away toward the other two cyberized giga-rodents.

Kim nearly lost it when the rat suddenly reversed direction slightly, and she slammed into its back with tooth-rattling force, but she grabbed hold of what fur she could in both hands and held on for dear life. It worked; she maintained her dear life, and her grip, as the rat settled down again. When she was relatively certain it hadn't noticed her—or at least didn't consider her enough of a nuisance to try and remove her—she began her ascent.

She had reached the back of its neck when it turned and lumbered back to its companions. She risked a glance around its neck and found the other rats watching the one she was riding expectantly, as if they were waiting for it to return so they could resume their mayhem. Kim quickly climbed the rest of the way to the top of the rat's head and whipped out her Kimmunicator.

A shout from below was all the warning she had, and she looked up in time to see the rat's arm rising, its forepaw moving to sweep her off its head as if she were a flea. She dropped, flattening herself against the top of the rat's head as its paw passed overhead. The breeze its passing created was not insignificant by any means, and Kim felt her own hair fluttering mightily. She then noted the last detail about the giant mutant killer cyborg rats.

They stank.

She knew that most rodents didn't have the greatest odors—Rufus being an exception, as he had no hair or fur and was regularly groomed, such as he could be, by Ron—but this was worse than usual, probably from their size, she guessed. And having her face practically buried in its skin didn't help, either. Add to that the stink was foul enough to make her eyes water and make her dizzy, and she was not having a fun time at the moment.

After watching to make sure Kim didn't go flying, Shego placed a couple of plasma shots at the rat's belly and smirked as it hissed in pain. Apparently they weren't as invulnerable as she'd originally thought…Then she remembered how not-invulnerable she was as it tail-swept her, bashing her into the side of one of the still-standing skyscrapers. The dust kicked up by her impact settled after only a handful of seconds, and she groaned as she peeled herself off the wall. She shook herself, freeing the dust to float in the air again, as she regained most of her senses.

A growl escaped Shego's throat as she flared her hands again, brighter than before. She stalked forward and rained blast after blast of searing plasma at various spots on the one monster that had knocked her aside and his two brethren. She strolled purposefully right in the middle of all three of them, continuing to direct her fury through the controllable medium of her plasma.

Kim picked herself up after successfully retaining her lunch and gingerly tiptoed across the rat's head to the telltale location she'd spotted from their building perch a moment ago. She readied her Kimmunicator, still clutched tightly in her hand, and pulled a cable from its front end. She knelt down behind the rat's ear and knocked gently on the metallic panel present there; the panel itself began at that location and wrapped down the side of the rat's face, extending forward about halfway along its snout. All three of the rats sported the same modifications, which Kim felt was decidedly lucky for her. She pried the metal upward slightly and was rewarded with it popping open on a hinge, exposing the interfaces used to control them. Kim plugged in and dialed up Wade. "All yours," she told him as soon as his face appeared, and he nodded, fingers already flying on the keyboard in front of him. It never occurred to her to question the fortuitous placement of such an interface; after all, she'd seen plenty of them before, so why expect things to change?

Shego continued to batter the rats mercilessly, though she could tell she was doing little more than slowing their approaches and annoying them. She was starting to feel the burn, so to speak; throwing so much plasma around was quickly depleting what energy she had left, especially since she'd left her home before having eaten anything. Soon enough all three were standing right around her, practically shoulder to shoulder. One was even blocking the sun from her view. Each rat stared down at her; Shego felt like they were contemplating which one would get to eat her first.

They didn't have a chance, though; arcs of crackling blue electricity suddenly erupted from the head of the one Kim had leapt onto, crawling up and over the obvious implants and surrounding its head in what looked like a lightning storm. The current leapt, joining all three rats together with high-voltage blue lines, and Shego breathlessly watched them teeter dangerously as both organic and mechanical brain parts fried under the relentless electrical assault.

A heavy thud, accompanied by a feminine grunt of pain, signaled Kim's landing next to her.

Of course, that's also when the rats finished frying; without warning they began to fall.

Shego did the one thing she could think of: she charged up as much as she could, and Kim reflexively stepped back as the area's temperature rapidly climbed. Calmly and deliberately Shego raised her arms, which were surrounded to her shoulders in her characteristic glow. As the rats toppled she flung three massive bursts at each one's head; then, totally spent, her plasma aura extinguished itself and she nearly collapsed.

Kim rushed back in and caught Shego under the arms before the green woman could hit the ground. Before anything else, though, Shego's shots connected. The results were…impressive.

One rat caught the blast full on in its mouth. As its mouth, apparently, wasn't nearly as flame-retardant as its fur, the shot melted clean through everything in its path. The rat's head didn't explode, but it came close.

The other two each took their blasts just under the eye. The kinetic transfer snapped them both upright and they then toppled over backwards. They smashed down on the remains of their concrete-and-steel destruction spree, smoke still rising from their mechanical parts and from the blast marks.

The ground shook violently, nearly knocking both females off their feet, but Kim held up and kept Shego off the ground. The former thief shook her head groggily and looked over her shoulder. "Nice catch," she slurred.

"Nice shooting," Kim returned. "You made 'em dance."

Shego blinked once, slowly, then chuckled as she got the joke. Kim giggled too, then helped Shego stand for a second as she looped one arm over her shoulder, putting her own arm around Shego's waist.

"Think you can tell me where you live?" Kim asked. "You're going to be a bit closer than my house."

"Jus' keep me walkin' and talkin'," Shego answered, the tired slur in her voice quite obvious to Kim. She could already see her eyelids start to droop. "'s long as I'm awake, I c'n get you there."

"Am I allowed to resort to tickling you if I have to?" Kim asked, her face the very picture of innocence.

Shego stopped, causing Kim to stop, and swiveled her head to stare at Kim. "You do, you die," she pronounced, quite clearly.

Kim giggled again and resumed their trek.

For herself, Kim was very nearly euphoric. She'd been scared to death when she first saw Shego fighting and almost getting literally stomped; looking back while they walked, she could easily identify what that initial feeling was. Then when she'd "rescued" Shego she'd gone from scared to calm in an instant; it was like she'd been working alongside the other woman all her life, and standing there meant a return to that feeling of normalcy. If Ron had been there with her, she probably wouldn't have risked climbing the rat that way; with Shego, instead, Kim really felt like she could do anything. She could have walked up to those rats, tied their tails around her finger, and swung them around like they were normal lab rats. She could have picked up a skyscraper, swung it sideways, and scored a home run off those rats. She could have done all that, and more, all because of who she was with at the moment.

The only real reason she wasn't entirely giddy was…she was confused. After all, she never felt that capable with Ron, or even on her own. So why did she suddenly feel so…super with Shego around? What was it about the green-skinned martial artist that Kim drew such strength from? And…why was she staring at said green face? Studying its profile, noting the still-cascading green-tinted black hair, the delicate ear, the strong cheekbone, elegant jaw, an eye that shone with inner fire even in this depleted state…

That same eye turned and regarded Kim levelly. "Do I have something on my face?" the wonderful kissable lips associated with it asked.

"Oh—!" Kim eeped as her face turned almost the same shade of red as her hair. She quickly turned away, trying to stare hard at the road ahead and burn away the image of Shego's face. She wasn't even questioning where here thoughts had gone for now; that would come later, an unheeded corner of her mind promised.

She looked…like a statue. She looked perfect, Kim thought.

Or rather, she thought she thought it. Shego, though, stunned into silence, didn't—couldn't—do anything to let Kim know she'd accidentally spoken that observation aloud. The ex-thief was certainly awake now, though, as her mind was racing down paths similar to the morning's thoughts in the shower. She likes me she likes me she likes me oh god she likes me, went her brain at speeds previously thought unreachable by any organic thinking apparatus. Hope, fear, apprehension, excitement; all coursed through her in milliseconds. Hope and excitement because Shego already knew that's what she wanted—, she'd practically fallen for Kim ages ago, even if she didn't realize it then or if she wouldn't admit it to her mother; fear and apprehension because she wasn't sure that that's what Kim wanted, because if she dared say anything Kim would be scared away, and because even if Kim weren't scared away there were pressures galore stacked up against them.

What both girls failed to notice was how each one's arms slowly, subtly, but definitely tightened around each other as they walked.

Shego finally cleared her head enough to regain some of her normal personality, directing Kim to turn at a particular intersection. She was going to get the home eventually…but dammit, she was going to take her time doing it. It had been a couple of weeks since she'd last seen Princess…and the longer trip would be harmless, right?

They finally arrived on the doorstep to Shego's home about an hour later. Kim had relied on Shego for directions, as her Kimmunicator had fried quite nicely with the electrical discharge from the giant rats. When they arrived she was quite honestly amazed.

The house was big—by no means was it palatial, but it certainly put the Possible residence to shame, and that fit five people quite comfortably with room to spare for more should the need arise. This home, though, was easily half again as large as Kim's house. It featured only two stories, but the property had to be a double-wide lot as the lateral footprint was ginormous.

An instant of doubt rose in her mind—Shego had been a villain for years, after all, and wouldn't it make sense for her to lie her way into someone else's home? Or maybe this was another hideout?—but Kim quashed it instantly. Shego's directions had been far too effortless for this to be anything but her real home. A real home, she corrected herself; the two vehicles visible in the driveway next to the house suggested Shego wasn't the only occupant, and Kim also already knew she maintained an apartment elsewhere, aside from her own hideaways, that she spent most of her time at while not at Drakken's various lairs.

She assisted a listless Shego to the front door; the other woman had finally given up pretending to be moderately okay and had leaned very heavily on Kim for support for the last ten minutes or so. They climbed the four steps from sidewalk to porch and Kim released her outside hand from holding onto Shego's arm that was draped across her shoulders and pressed the doorbell.

She didn't have to wait long; about five seconds later the door opened and Kim blinked, for a virtual clone of Shego's face, though a tad more lined with age, and with normal pinkish skin (though still pale) instead of Shego's green, appeared before her.

The other woman blinked as well, equally stupefied for the moment before her brain revived itself. "Dammit," she muttered, her expression falling into a familiar scowl, and Kim hid a smile; she could easily guess where she was now. "You must be 'Kimmie,'" the woman said, and Kim hesitated, then nodded. Kimmie? she thought. Shego talks about me? Her momentary reverie was interrupted when the older woman beckoned her in; she could easily see how Shego's head had drooped almost all the way down, and though it wasn't a common occurrence anymore, Isabel Go knew what the signs were when Shego pushed herself to her limits.

"This way," she said, almost pleasantly, as she led Kim through the house to Shego's bedroom. If it weren't for Shego being mostly unconscious, Isabel knew, she'd be throwing a fit at the notion of Kim being shown her room; the opportunity to tease, though, was too sweet to pass up, especially since Shego couldn't fight back at all at the moment.

Kim followed and deposited Shego on the indicated bed when Isabel stopped. After she watched the other woman—who, Kim decided, could only be Shego's mother, from her looks and actions—arrange the ex-thief comfortably on the bed, Kim consented to being led out of the room. She was actually quite worried about Shego, but given her mother's professionalism this apparently was far from the first occurrence of…whatever.

Isabel led Kim into the large family room, where she claimed a rather large leather loveseat that sat perpendicular to a similarly large, stone-worked, currently-unlit fireplace. Kim appropriated a smaller chair and immediately had to fight knocking herself out as she sank into its fluffy, cushiony goodness.

"My apologies for the somewhat rude introduction," Isabel began with half a wry smile, "but this isn't the first time she's worn herself out like that. When she wakes up, if she's not in familiar surroundings, the time it takes to get her bearings can make her panic…and she doesn't panic well."

Kim nodded, though she had to admit, "I don't think I've ever seen Shego panic."

"Count yourself among the lucky, then," Isabel answered. She stood abruptly and crossed the room, offering her hand to Kim. "Isabel Go," she said.

Kim stood as well and joined hands. "Kim Possible, but you sounded like you already knew that," she said, wearing a self-effacing smile.

"It's hard not to have done so," Isabel returned. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable; I imagine you'll be wanting to stay until Rheann wakes up."

Kim nodded and sat back down. Then the words Isabel had used registered in her mind. "Who's Rheann?" she asked.

"Rheann is my daughter," Isabel answered matter-of-factly, gesturing to the back room as she re-took her own position on the loveseat. "Rheann Cassidy Go."

Kim was silent for a moment. "I…actually didn't think she had a full name," she said honestly. "She's always been just Shego."

"Shego's the name she took when she worked with her brothers, though they hardly called her that until she left." Isabel shrugged. "Her father and I wondered how she came up with the She part."

"That's a good question…" She fell silent. "So…not to be rude, but it looked like you were expecting us. Did you put in the request on my website?"

"Absolutely," Isabel answered instantly. "The media were having a field day covering those rat…things, and when I saw Rheann down there alone…well, I knew she wouldn't be able to handle them all by herself. She may like to think so, but look at her now—and that's after having your help." She shrugged. "I know my daughter's tough, but even she has limits, and this would have over-taxed her."

"So…does Shego come here often?" Boy, Kim thought, she was sure finding out just how badly she could put her foot in her mouth. And just how scatterbrained I can sound.

Isabel, though, appeared amused, either by the lack of tact or by the statement itself. "Not at all," she answered. "This is actually the first time she's been home since she left the team and her brothers."

"I see," Kim said, and silence returned for a few seconds. She was starting to get antsy; she really wanted to make sure for herself that Shego was going to be okay, but didn't want to be rude to Isabel. After all, she'd only been sitting out there for a few short minutes. She stared at her folded hands while her inner debate raged. Really, she was quite worried about Shego—she'd never seen her wear herself out like that, not even when Kim had, in a fit of pique, declared she hated her and kicked her into a tower. Kim had been utterly remorseful for days after the fact, but then had been unspeakably relieved when Shego apparently had put the matter behind them.

Her other concern was that Shego had been down there in the first place. She almost couldn't believe she'd accused her of playing at being a hero, but there it was, and despite Shego's apparent magnanimity, she still felt horrible at having been so…well, bitchy. Maybe being around her is starting to rub off on me, Kim mused silently, still staring at her hands.

Isabel, perceptive as always, noted the indecision on Kim's face and decided to lend the slender hero a hand in this instance, making the decision for her. "Come with me," she said, standing, and Kim found herself obeying without thinking. She led them back to Shego's room, and Kim was stunned to awed silence by how peaceful Shego looked at the moment.

Her usual scowl was gone, not replaced by her confident, cocky smirk but instead smoothed to complete neutrality. Isabel had brushed Shego's incredible dark hair under her, and the sun pouring in through the opened curtains made it shine lustrously, the dark strands traced faintly with green. Her skin was catching the extra light and, instead of it highlighting just how pale she was, to Kim it made her seem to…well, glow, almost like the paintings of glowing cherubs she'd recovered for the Upperton Art Museum a few weeks ago.

That's right, she's my angel.

The sudden thought caught Kim by surprise—and she was surprised again when she noticed she really meant what she'd thought. Suddenly she came back to reality and noticed that Isabel had left her side. She turned around and spotted Shego's mother in the doorway, walking out. When Kim took a step, Isabel turned and held up a hand. "She'll need a familiar face, too, when she wakes up," she told Kim, and left, closing the door softly behind her.

Rational thought clashed with hormone-driven emotions in Kim's mind as she stared at the door. On the rational side, Isabel was probably correct—but why did that mean that Kim had to stay? Why couldn't Isabel? In fact, Kim was sure that any present family member could have stayed instead, leaving Kim to get home so she could get back to her final packing chores, and get in contact with Wade for a new Kimmunicator.

Emotive thought, though, would win the day today, especially when it got a boost from Kim turning back to the sleeping martial artist. Her body seemingly moving of its own accord, she grabbed the lone free chair in the room and dragged it next to the bed, all the while not taking her gaze off Shego. She sat, leaned forward, put her hands on the edge of the bed. It took every ounce of self-control she had to not climb up there with Shego…which meant she had none left when it came to her other urges.

Her left hand reached out and rested lightly on the crown of Shego's head, and Kim was slightly surprised at the quality of Shego's hair: soft, silky, and in general more alluring than she'd ever noticed before. Her gaze traveled down, past Shego's face—memories of a couple of hours ago resurfaced and Kim blushed, though she was still transfixed by how easy it looked to just get lost in Shego's lips and eyes—and to the exposed portion of her abdomen her shirt didn't cover.

Kim hadn't had the ability to notice at the time, but while Shego had been fighting next to her, she'd been in the farthest thing from her normal catsuit; she had instead been clad in a midriff-baring green tee and a pair of black denim shorts. Now, Kim could notice, and what she saw was terribly attractive and exciting to her; after the train of thought of the last few minutes, that was really no surprise.

Kim knew herself, obviously—at least, in her own mind, it was obvious—and had never had the slightest inclination toward attraction to another woman—until Shego, at least. And, as near as she could tell, it still dealt only with Shego. After all, she'd been with the cheer squad almost all the way through high school, and nothing had come of that, not even faint stirrings. Even now she felt absolutely no such connection with any other female, not even Shego's mother, who looked so much like her Kim had almost confused them at first.

So…so maybe it means I'm not a lesbian, Kim thought tentatively, and was immediately swept with a wave of guilty relief. And yet I still really, really want Shego, who's really, really obviously female, she contradicted herself, chasing the relief with uncertainty. This is so the drama. She found her right hand idly caressing the skin on Shego's abdomen while she thought, and the pale woman had actually shifted in her sleep so she was on her right side, facing Kim, hands tucked up underneath her head. Kim thought she looked absolutely adorable, before her gaze caught itself in the nice view of pale green cleavage afforded by the loose shirt. Kim could feel the blood rush to her head as she majorly blushed again, but she couldn't help but stare. Shego's physique was…impressive, to say the least.

Her right hand wandered south a little bit, resting on Shego's upper leg, stroking the limb gently and tenderly. She could feel the muscle underneath and marveled at just how long Shego's legs actually were. The catsuit did a good job of accentuating their length, but the short shorts gave the entire limb to Kim to play with. She looked at the whole thing, in awe at how wiry Shego was; a muscle-bound moron she was not, instead having incredible strength with incredible tone. Kim knew that she herself was similar, but Shego's lines were smooth enough that Kim's earlier thought about her being a statue came to mind again. She continued stroking the leg, increasing the pressure of her touch a little bit, and was rewarded with Shego making contented noises, almost like she was purring.

Kim pressed on in her exploration of Shego's body, running her hand all the way down to her feet and ankles, both of which looked deceptively small and petite. Kim already knew for sure—more sure than she was about her actual orientation right now—that she wasn't into any sort of fetishism, yet the…girly quality of Shego's feet sent a thrill through her, made her feel a bit tingly in her chest.

She ran her hand back up the leg, stopping at the limit of Shego's clothes; she wasn't ready to go that far yet, at least not while Shego was out of it, but the feel of her skin and its underlying warmth was becoming incredibly addictive. Her mind finally decided to just surrender, conceding its battle with her emotions and libido, which had recently joined in the metaphysical fracas.

Kim abandoned her chair and slipped onto the bed, moving as carefully as she could to avoid disturbing the sleeping woman, and settled down in front of her. She propped up her head on her left hand while her right stayed on the side of Shego's torso. She cast one last look downward, taking a better angle to view down Shego's shirt, then returned her gaze to that lovely pale-green face.

Kim closed her eyes and sighed to herself; it was time to throw her cautious self to the wind and do what she suddenly realized she really wanted to do. She reopened her eyes and leaned her head forward a little bit, taking her head off her hand so she could reach down to Shego's level. Closer in she went, closer, closer, the smell of whatever shampoo Shego used filling her nose, closer still, until she could see nothing else but that face; she came in closer, holding her breath, her heart beating a thousand times as hard as it ever had before, their lips mere millimeters apart…

Shego half-opened her eyes. "Are you gonna kiss me or what?"

A/N: And there we end! The chapter, that is. I would keep going but it makes good fodder for next chapter—and this was long enough already.

One more thing—I'd like to request a beta reader of sorts. If anyone would be interested, send a message or email or whatnot. My writing seems to me to be quite jerky sometimes and I'd like other input as to ways to smooth it out. Reviews are good for that, too, but they're a bit post-facto to fix the past. And yes, I'm aware of revisions to previous chapters. I posted the last chapter (6) about eight times.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. For those who await, fear not; things will get steamy.