Yet Another KiGo Fic! – Chapter 10
By Ken-Zero
Disclaimer: Kim's not mine...Shego's not mine...Ron's not mine...Isabel's not mine…that's half the cast; do I really need to keep going?
I feel I should also warn that in here is where things start to actually earn that M rating; skip if uncomfortable or whatever. It also takes place immediately after Chapter 9.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kim hissed—not out of anger, but out of fear.
Shego shrugged, secretly impressed at Kim's swearing. "Had something to tell you, and I wanted it private."
"And you couldn't wait? Until tomorrow, or until I was away, or something?"
Another shrug came from the green-skinned woman. "Probably. I just wanted to share now. Why? Is that a bad thing?"
Kim sighed, exasperated. "Shego, please tell me you didn't jam all the locks in this place."
Shego blinked. "The locks are jammed? I just came in through your windows."
It was Kim's turn to blink. "So…you didn't, I don't know, melt the door locks or anything?"
"Oh, that?" Shego grinned. "Nah, not this time, though I have done it before." She held up a hand that was, strangely, missing its glove. "I'm a bit more versatile than that with these."
"Then…how'd you get in? This is the fifth floor; I know neither of us can jump that high."
Shego grinned. "Trick of the trade…but since I'm s'posed to be going legit, I guess I ought to tell you. Well, or show you." She stood and motioned for Kim to follow to the lone window for the room. Sliding it open, she said, "Go ahead and take a look outside."
Kim, eyeing Shego sideways, did as beckoned, leaning out the window to check the surroundings. She didn't notice any sort of climbing line, ladder, or other method of assistance, and the closest tree was simply too far away for its sturdier branches to give any real shot of jumping across. Kim ducked back inside and thought. "Where are your gloves?" she asked.
"Right here," Shego said, pulling them from inside the sleeves of her catsuit. "I almost wish this suit had pockets, aside from the ankle pouch, but since I'm usually wearing these it wasn't worth complaining about."
Kim snatched one away and inspected it, but could find nothing out of the ordinary for them—no suction of any sort, no hidden technology, nothing aside from the normal, thinnish, supple leather gloves Shego had sported for the entirety of the time Kim had known her.
She handed it back. "Okay, I'm—wait a second. You said your fingers…well, actually, I'm guessing your powers, are more versatile than what I'd seen." Her eyes widened. "You climbed the side of the building? What'd you do, melt hand and footholds?"
"And she gets it in one!" Shego crowed. "I always knew you were smarter than the rest, Pumpkin."
Kim smiled in spite of herself, but wiped it away quickly. She still had to at least appear disproving. "How long have you been here? I don't smell any burning brick or anything."
Shego's smirk made its triumphant return, and she leaned against the wall under the window, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's the beauty of it all. I have a secret for you, Kimmie. This used to be my dorm room, way back in the day."
Kim blinked again. "You're joking," she said flatly. Great…first the sight of her makes my brain take a hike, now I found out I'm sleeping in her old room. No more rest for me.
Part of her mind countered that she'd be resting very well indeed—with some enticing dreams as part of the package.
"Nope, not this time," Shego replied, amused at Kim's reactions. Then she sobered. "And I'm also not joking when I tell you this. I decided today what I'm going to be doing."
"What you're going to be doing?" Kim echoed. "What are you talking about now?"
"Remember how I told you about dropping Drakken and all this evil stuff?" As Kim nodded, Shego continued. "I had a talk this afternoon with my dad of all people, and he, I think, hit the nail on the head. Why'd I stop with Drakken? It was boring."
"Boring?" Kim repeated. "But…what do you mean?"
"I mean, in Daddy's words, that I'd gotten as much out of it as I wanted, whether I knew it or not. Of course, having him leave me in that snow bank a few months ago didn't help his case much. And he treats me like crap most of the time while insisting I'm part of his little 'evil family.'" She waggled her fingers in the time-honored gesture of air-quotes, rolling her eyes for emphasis. Kim giggled. "What Daddy said was that I left Team Go because of…personality conflicts between me and Hego, though he wasn't so nice about it. He also figured I left being a villain, even being a thief, because I'd gotten what I wanted out of the life. That it was the back of my noggin telling me it was time to move on."
"Wow," Kim said, impressed. "What does he do, psychoanalyze people for a living?" She might have meant that as a joke, but when Shego appeared to give it some serious thought, she raised her own eyebrow.
"In a sense, I guess," Shego conceded. "He's a businessman, Kimmie. He designs and sells state-of-the-art security systems. And let me tell you, they're damn good. But why'd I say what I said? He's…manipulative about it. He can study a potential sale while in the office with them, figure out what they're looking for, what they stand for, and give it to them, or appeal to that ideal, or whatever. Now, he's not hypnotic or anything, he's just really good at what he does."
Kim listened with rapt attention. It wasn't often—hell, it wasn't ever—that she got to hear any real background from Shego. Or about her, for that matter. Hearing her talk about her family made Kim realize she was getting something special because Shego was opening up this way.
And, she abruptly realized, it meant Shego trusted her implicitly. Nothing Kim or Ron—or even Wade, for all his technological-guru-ness—had ever managed to dig up on Shego had even suggested she'd had surviving family, Team Go aside. Now, for Shego to not only divulge their existence, but to fill Kim in on what they meant to her, even in this indirect way…she felt humbled and special at the same time, which succeeded in making her affection grow for the green girl.
"Anyway, he suggested I try and think of a way to put what I know to use, in a different way. And I agree. Which is primarily what I wanted to tell you in private, because if this were public at all, word would get out. Stuff like that has a tendency to get out regardless of what you want it to do…and my reputation would die in a second."
Kim couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Shego," she said quietly.
"For what, Princess? I'm still not doing your hero thing," she warned, though with the way Kim looked at the moment, Shego would probably agree to that just to spend more time with the adorable redhead. Yeah, I got it bad, she thought with a mental sigh. Real bad.
"For telling me all of that," Kim answered, ignoring the second half of Shego's statement. "Shego, I didn't even know you had parents before dragging you home the other day, and now you mention this…I feel, I don't know, special that you decided I get to know."
Oh great… "Come on, Pumpkin, don't get all mushy on me," Shego warned. "I can't stand mushy. Besides, my family's no big deal. You just never asked before."
Kim laughed lightly. "If I had, would you have told me anything?"
"No, but that's not the point," Shego protested weakly. "Before, we were enemies…why would you even bother asking? Now you're…you're…"
"My friend?" Kim finished softly for her.
Shego paused, her mouth open to say something else, but she closed it and smiled wryly. "Yeah. That."
Kim returned the small smile with one of her own, then stepped forward. She had pretty much conceded to herself for now that Shego was someone very special to her, and if anyone cared, then that was too damn bad—a marked departure from her normal social behavior—because Kim liked who she liked and there wasn't anyone who could change that. She walked right up to Shego, sliding her hands across the other woman's stomach and around behind her, pulling her into a tight hug and resting her chin on Shego's shoulder.
For her part, Shego wasn't entirely sure what caused the display of affection, but she wasn't one to give it up, especially as concerned as she had been earlier that it would be a passing thing for Kim. She unfolded her arms and wrapped them around Kim's shoulders, tightening her own grip on the redhead. She pressed her cheek into the top of Kim's head, feeling the softness of her hair, breathing deeply its scent, and in general thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the smaller body pressed against her.
They stayed that way for a couple of minutes until Shego leaned her head back to look Kim in the eye. Kim lifted her head off Shego's shoulder, and each one stared straight into the eyes of the other. Both nearly failed to realize that their heads were drifting closer together at a pace that made snails seem speedy and sloths, energetic; the feeling of breath on cheek made both realize what they wanted to do again; warring, confusing thoughts on rightness and propriety and decency were calmed as each female's gaze reassured the other that, whatever might come, this was something they both wanted. Kim, holding onto Shego's outfit, stood on her tiptoes and planted her lips right on Shego's, and she felt the ex-thief's hands tighten on her shoulders as she accepted the gift.
The kiss started life very sweetly, once again each of them marveling at the circumstances that brought them there—but only using a portion of their mental processing for that purpose. The rest of their minds were absorbed in how this felt—and how they could get more.
Kim released Shego's suit to slide her hands further around the other woman, pressing herself against Shego as she got her hands to her spine and tightened her arms. Their bodies thus pressed closer together than ever, Kim involuntarily released a moan at the contact, and Shego, encouraged by the noise, stroked Kim's lips with her tongue while doing the same to Kim's back with her hands. Kim opened her mouth to allow Shego entry, a move of which the dark-haired woman took full advantage, sliding her tongue in only to find Kim's imitating the action. They tasted each other fervently; Kim was almost shocked to discover that the inside of Shego's mouth was so soft. The last time they had kissed, Kim knew her mind had practically shut itself off, so she'd paid the feeling little notice then. Now, though, it was a different story. She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Shego was someone very special, very dear to her. She'd almost call it love, except it seemed to lack something.
Shego was thoroughly enjoying herself at the moment. Having Kim's body pressed against hers, playing tonsil hockey with the teenaged heroine, she was transported to a place she'd never known before, a place that was decidedly unfamiliar, and yet she didn't want to leave, not now, not ever. She imitated Kim's earlier action by putting one hand along Kim's spine and pressing, but her other hand went to the back of Kim's head. She dared to open her eyes slightly for a second and was rewarded with seeing Kim's beautiful, angelic, rounded face, eyes squeezed tightly shut, that lustrous red hair spilling down over her shoulders. Shego closed her eyes in contentment again. Never, in a million years, would she have envisioned herself falling for anyone, much less a female, and a world-saving, cheerleading, goody-two-shoes one at that. She'd pretty much decided her life was her own after leaving her brothers and their idiotic team, which meant she didn't, wouldn't, couldn't share it with anybody. And yet here she was, kissing Kim Possible, the aforementioned world-saving, cheerleading, goody-two-shoes teenage girl, and loving every second of it. Something had changed, obviously, which meant Shego felt not just able, but willing, to invite someone else in close, to share herself with that person wholly; Shego knew the final barrier had fallen in Drakken's last lair. She was at a loss to explain why, or how, but it had, and that was the important part, at least right now. She was absolutely taken by the red-headed woman in her arms. She'd almost call it love, except it seemed to lack something.
Neither was sure what was lacking, save for the fact that it wasn't there. Kim broke the kiss when she had to return to standing on her feet; her calves were starting to ache from being on her toes for so long. Again they stared into each other's eyes, pulses racing. Kim's face was flushed from the kiss, and she suddenly noticed the lack of extra heat from being pressed against Shego. She shivered slightly, a movement that Shego caught.
"Cold, Princess?" she asked quietly. Her voice was low, husky; she even seemed a tad breathless. Her fingers ached to be on the redhead's skin, touching and feeling and exploring. She wanted to make Kim feel the way she herself felt at that moment, the heat of her desire for Kim nearly all-consuming in its need to be whetted.
Kim shook her head, instead leaning forward until she rested against Shego once more. She turned her head to the side, resting her cheek against the pale woman's shoulder, and closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to clutch onto Shego's shoulders. "Not anymore," she breathed.
Shego couldn't help it; her eyes misted slightly with tears at Kim's statement and actions. Don't do it don't do it don't do it, she warned herself, and to her credit she mostly succeeded; only a single tear rolled down her cheek, one she swiped away as quickly as she could. She also avoided sniffling. She didn't want to make Kim think anything was wrong, since nothing really was wrong, after all. Shego knew the whole situation was right, almost perfectly so, and it nearly scared her. She was Shego, trouble magnet, villainess, thief extraordinaire, and evil to boot…Well, the last only sorta, she corrected herself. Still, she wasn't supposed to have this kind of luck, to find someone who desired her, someone who, whether she tried to or not, made her feel like she was worth something to someone beyond what her skills could do for them.
She brought her hand up and stroked Kim's hair, laying her cheek on top of Kim's head. They stood that way for several minutes, Shego finally banishing the tears as she basked in the contented feeling of holding onto her Kimmie.
Wait…where did the 'my' come from? Shego frowned mentally at herself. I know I have it bad for her, but we're hardly in a relationship…That thought brought her up short. Did she really want to be stuck in a serious "thing" with Kim? After all, with their respective backgrounds, Shego knew herself to be hardly dating material, and Kim's shiny-white, ironclad morals would probably never allow her to debase herself to the level of someone like Shego, present actions notwithstanding.
Still, there were those same present actions to take into account, and Shego felt a small stirring of hope flutter in her chest. She didn't let it take over fully, though; still mostly a pragmatist at heart, she had a few things to make sure of first before she could give in to giddiness.
"Can we sit down, Pumpkin?" she asked quietly, and when Kim nodded Shego half-guided, half-carried her over to one of the few pieces of uncluttered furniture in the dorm, a well-used but still comfortable-looking easy chair. Shego settled herself into it, pulling Kim onto her lap so the slender hero could stay snuggled up. Shego couldn't help but smile at the situation; all those years of self-centered satisfaction working against the law had been dashed to pieces in the last few days, as Kim made her genuinely happy. She wasn't quite sure how, but it worked, and she hadn't felt something like this in such a long time that she'd almost forgotten it.
Again, though, she had to quietly push it to the side. Pressing matters demanded she address them first. "Kimmie," she began quietly, "why exactly did you and Stoppable break up? You two seemed…well, made to be."
She felt Kim stiffen a little in her grasp before she let out a big sigh and leaned back from Shego's shoulder. Again she regretted the loss of extra body heat, but conversation was supposed to be face-to-face. And, with the way she'd been shamelessly clinging to Shego, she owed the woman some face time. "That's how it seemed, didn't it?" she asked rhetorically.
Shego was smart enough to recognize that she didn't need to answer; her smart-aleck side insisted she answer anyway, so she did. "Well, I suppose it may have been well-hidden...only if you didn't have eyes," she confirmed.
Kim gave her half a grin. "The problem wasn't with him, and I told him as much. Yeah, the good old 'It's not you, it's me,' line…except I think it was really true." She shrugged, the gesture combining resignation with helplessness. "It's like I told you before. I thought I was enjoying it, enjoying him, but it struck me one day that I felt like I was making out with one of my brothers." She sighed again. "Part of it, I think, comes from us knowing each other since we were like four years old. I mean, with us growing up together, it's like we were too close. Maybe too similar. He's a nice guy—and he is, don't you say anything about him being a buffoon," she warned. She'd have pointed a finger at Shego, but her hands were happy where they were—still on Shego's shoulders—so she settled for a glare instead. "Anyway, maybe that was part of it? Since we were so similar…maybe that saying of there being such a thing as too much of a good thing actually has something to it. I don't know. All I know is, after a short time, both of us ended up being kind of uncomfortable with the idea of dating each other, and in spite of it being my breakup line, it was a mutual decision."
Shego nodded softly before cracking a grin. "Too bad for him. I happen to think the world-saving-cheerleader is just my type."
Kim turned absolutely red before returning the smile. "I guess when they say opposites attract they mean it in more ways than one, Miss Tough-as-Nails Bad Girl."
Shego raised an eyebrow as her grin faded. "You mean you're actually attracted to me?"
Kim rolled her eyes. Shego could be amazingly…dense sometimes. "I spent the last few days trying to convince myself that our first kiss didn't mean anything, that I wasn't into girls, and that you were going to be gone again anyway, and I come home today, see you, and give you a hell of a kiss that leaves me even more tingly than any I've ever had before, dashing my little rationale to pieces—quite happily, might I add. So yes, I'd say I'm attracted to you."
Kim had seen lots of people become happy in her eighteen years. Most often she saw it when she finished a mission and returned with positive results. The current situation, though, easily took first place, as Shego's face positively glowed with the smile she suddenly sported. And that glow wasn't from her plasma, either.
Shego controlled herself; leaping around the room for joy would involve throwing Kimmie off her lap, and she didn't want to do that, so she settled with the huge smile. "You better be," was all she could come up with before something else Kim had said penetrated her euphoria. "Wait a second…why would you convince yourself it didn't mean anything?" she demanded, almost angry now. She totally missed the fact that her mood could be just as mercurial as any other whom she wondered about.
Kim sighed yet again. "You're not the only one concerned about your reputation, you know," she began guiltily. "When we first kissed, one of the zillion thoughts in my head was, 'I can't be doing this! I can't be into Shego; what would everyone think?' I mean, if word got out that we were dating or whatever, would people still call on me for missions? I like doing them, it's what I am, and I don't want to give that up." She looked Shego right in the eyes then, her expression utterly serious. "I won't lie to you and say that I'm not afraid of that now, but really, it's their loss if they do. What should it matter to them what I do with my personal life? As long as their problem is solved, should they care who I like? Dammit, Shego, I want you and I want to help. Is that too much to ask?"
Shocked into silence, Shego only stared at Kim. The only time she'd ever seen the redhead get that worked up was in their fights. It was uncharacteristic, as far as Shego knew, for Kim to vent like that. Sure, she knew the teen hero got frustrated at lots of things, but she usually kept it in until she could defuse it herself. Even having Stoppable as a sympathetic ear didn't mean Kimmie ever ranted at him like that. And she never swore.
The second thing that had Shego quiet was her admission of desire. The kisses were one thing—a very very big one thing, to be sure, but one thing nonetheless—and yet to hear Kim actually say something like that…it made that semi-nervous flutter in her chest return and even grow stronger.
What struck Shego in the midst of her reflections was how Kim was basically telling the rest of the world to fuck off if they raised any problems with her choice in dating material, to only care if their request was filled or not. Shego saw that as being very…well, mercenary, almost. Certainly businesslike, and not at all the bleeding-heart style Kim usually kept up. What she didn't know was how much of that was due to her own influence, and Kim's envying of Shego's live-and-let-live lifestyle.
"Shego?" Kim's voice intruded in her thoughts. "I'm sorry for doubting you. Us. For making you angry."
Acting on impulse, Shego pulled Kim into a tight hug. "It's okay, Princess," she said. "I think I can see where you're coming from." Then, in an effort to return things to some semblance of normalcy, she dropped a hand from Kim's shoulder to her thigh and began tracing up and down the inside of the limb. "Yep. From right…about…" She moved her hand further upwards, tracing the inseam on Kim's jeans. Kim moaned gently at the touch, and Shego smirked, both at what her touch was doing and at how Kim either ignored or agreed with the double entendre. Shego pressed a little harder…
"TICKLE!" the redhead shrieked as she nearly exploded out of Shego's lap. The light touch had hit just the right spot so that all erotic thoughts were tossed aside instantly and she leapt upwards and away, eyes wide, breathing heavily.
Shego began to laugh, harder than she had in a long, long time. "Oh man," she managed to get out as she doubled over in the chair. "You should've seen your face." She continued to laugh, and though she wasn't slapping her knee—she was too busy holding her stomach, she was laughing so hard—it was certainly worthy of that action.
Kim fumed a bit as she stared at her laughing tormentor. "Think it's so funny, do you?" she growled. Shego didn't respond, too busy trying to get herself under control. Kim had a flash of inspiration and tensed her body, waiting for just the right moment…
She had her moment when Shego began a fresh breath in laughter. As soon as the ex-villainess shut her eyes Kim attacked, launching herself at Shego and making it all the way in past the woman's normally-nigh-impenetrable defenses. Her fingers sought the right spots and…bingo!
Shego jerked as Kim fell on her, but before she could respond she felt Kim's fingers attacking her own body, and she began to squirm violently at the return tickle attack. With a shriek of her own she slid off the chair and to the floor for the room to maneuver, but Kim was still on her. Shego retaliated by knocking Kim off and attacking again. Kim rolled away and defended her sides, only to launch a kamikaze tickle attack right back onto Shego.
The hero and villain clashed for quite some time before succumbing to total exhaustion. Really, who would have thought that the only way they'd wear each other out so completely was through a genuine, old-fashioned, first-grade-style tickle fight? As they lay there, each sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling, their hands sought each other out, and clasped together tightly when they found their targets. They passed the occasional squeeze back and forth, each fighting to get her breathing under control while seeking to have their energy return.
Twin growling stomachs suddenly reminded them of how much time had actually passed—and how much energy had actually been consumed. They turned their heads toward each other; in Shego's view was both Kim's face and the window through which she'd entered, and she was a little amazed to see it was getting quite dark outside. "How long have we been in here?" she asked idly.
"Meh," Kim answered, looking to find a convenient timepiece. "It was almost five-thirty when I found you, and the clock thingy says it's almost eight." Then her eyes widened. "Ohmigosh, I wonder if all those people are still outside?"
Shego chuckled. "You can swear, you know, Pumpkin. And they're probably inside already. Police are almost as good at forcing locks as I am at picking them."
"Okay…and I know I can swear, I just usually don't like to."
"Oh, come on, Kimmie. It's liberating. Just let all your negativity go in those words. It's very cathartic."
Kim smiled but rolled to her feet, extending a hand to help Shego up. When both were standing, she asked, "Would you like to do something for dinner?"
Shego stretched before answering. "Sure. What've you got?"
"Nothing, really. I've been here a whopping two days and haven't had a chance to get the essentials yet."
"Those essentials being…?"
"You know," Kim answered, suddenly uncomfortable. "Typical college student stuff."
Something went click in Shego's mind. "So…nothing real."
"Ramen noodles are real!" Kim protested before slapping her hands over her mouth. "I plead the Fifth," she muttered between her fingers.
Shego muttered something incoherent before sighing. "Sure they are. Tell you what, Cupcake: Just this once, I'll take you out somewhere. Then later on we can get you your real supplies."
Kim lowered her hands. "You have a deal," she said in her best TV announcer voice.
Shego half-smiled and lightly cuffed the back of her head. "Silly Kimmie." For a moment she thought of her actions—who'd have thought that she'd be clowning around with her greatest nemesis, after all?—but only for a moment. The fact of the matter was it wasn't important. She put her arm around Kim's shoulders. "The night is ours. Let's get gone." So saying she guided Kim out the door, making sure to close and lock it behind them.
They ended up going to a moderate restaurant and spending an enjoyable hour and a half there. Unfortunately the time had to end, and the two returned to Kim's dorm room. On the way there Shego related stories of her own college days to Kim, revealing that while she might not have been a villain yet, her mischievous streak was already alive and well. Why else would she have ascended the wall of the dormitory in the dark using her plasma-enhanced fingers and claws to carve subtle yet stable hand-and-footholds in the brick wall, only to then have to pick the window's opening mechanism and slip inside?
For Kim, it was really quite amazing. The kind of…near-instant transformation the two of them had undergone was leaving her somewhat speechless. After all, they'd been fighting to a standstill for years and years; a few days together off the clock and they were chumming around like…well, like Kim and Ron. Except Kim didn't want to deliver a senses-depriving kiss to Ron like she did right now to Shego. Hadn't ever wanted to, now that she thought about it. The thought saddened her slightly. She'd been so sure at first that Ron was her one and only; reality had quickly set in, but the two of them had still tried to make things work. Eventually, just as she'd told Shego, she decided that what she felt for Ron remained at the "best friend in the universe" level but couldn't rise above that. He was simply too close, too familiar. Shego, though…she was fresh and exciting and kept Kim on her toes. Now there was a person she wasn't afraid to admit liking, same gender or not.
They returned to Kim's room and an awkward silence enveloped them as they contemplated themselves. Kim broke the ice first. "Thanks for taking me out tonight," she said softly as she gave Shego another hug.
The pale woman returned the hug easily. She was far from paranoid about displays of affection, and after the night she'd just had, she almost felt prepared to kiss her evil reputation goodbye. Oh, sure, she wasn't going to suddenly morph into a shiningly-armored crusader, but she was done with the thieving and the helping-blue-boy-take-over-the-world. And it was all because of a certain petite, red-haired teenager who'd captured her attention and, she conceded, quite probably her heart. That last part was most surprising; while not nastily evil, Shego had figured that she didn't have any room for really caring about anyone anymore. From the way things were going, she was actually very glad Kim had proven her wrong on that point. It also pointed out to her the one thing she'd felt was lacking earlier. It wasn't the affection, the lust, the need, the desire, the...the love. What was missing was the recognition. The knowledge that, yes, that was indeed what the feeling was.
"You're welcome," she murmured into Kim's hair. Then her troublemaking nature, combined with steadily growing lust and desire, took over and she slid a hand down Kim's back to rest on her backside. She gave it a little squeeze and smirked when Kim squeaked in surprise. Shego admitted to some private surprise—she hadn't expected Kim's butt to be that…filled out—until the feel caused her to remember, in a flash, the nickname her mother had used. "Bubblebutt," she'd called Kim, and damn if it didn't still apply.
Kim squirmed but couldn't get out of Shego's grip at either shoulder or ass. "Now what are you doing?" she growled.
"If all goes according to plan, you," Shego replied in her best isn't-it-obvious tone, and was rewarded with seeing Kim's face turn absolutely red in shock while she tried and failed to form words. Instead of allowing Kim the luxury of protesting, though, Shego simply leaned in and captured Kim's lips with her own. The heroine didn't move; she neither pulled away nor dove in, so stunned was she by Shego's admission. After a few seconds her body took over, returning the kiss with interest.
Shego took the move as encouragement, squeezing Kim's ass again. When the redhead moaned into the kiss, she went on to knead the fleshy region with her hand, the other hand moving to Kim's face and caressing her cheek.
Conflict raged in Kim's mind. On the one hand, giving in to Shego's wishes would permanently change their relationship, and while she wasn't sure that was a bad thing, a small part of her still did care what everyone else would think. Great Hero cavorting with Known Criminal? So much for her credibility. Despite her earlier decision to throw their opinions to the wind, she found herself still thinking about it, albeit hazily.
On the other hand, if her busy mouth and tongue were any indication—not to mention the rising heat in her own body and various tingly signals it was sending—she really, really wanted to do this. So much so, in fact, that in a single moment of clarity she discarded her reservations entirely. She didn't even care that that might come back to haunt her later; this was more important.
So deciding, she reached her hands up Shego's front to the snap at the collar of her form-fitting catsuit and pulled it apart. She peeled it away slightly, allowing her fingers to explore Shego's neck. Her mouth quickly followed, for though she regretted breaking the kiss, the opportunity to taste other portions of the object of her affection was too good to pass up. She placed small, wet kisses at the joint of neck and shoulder, moving up to her jaw and back down again, at one point simply allowing her tongue to trace a line along the strong tendons and musculature. She smiled softly as Shego tilted her head back and uttered a throaty moan, allowing Kim fuller access. The skin tasted wonderful to Kim somehow; she'd never imagined necking would be so fulfilling, but she was quite content to remain at that point for some time. She nibbled gently where she felt Shego's strong pulse and was rewarded with the plasma-throwing woman hissing and delivering another squeeze to Kim's backside.
Shego was in a state of rapturous bliss as she felt Kim's delicate ministrations on her neck, but eventually she felt it was time to take charge again. Removing her hand from Kim's shoulder, where it had fallen when Kim began on her neck, she slid it down the adventurer's side until it reached the hem of Kim's shirt. She slipped her hand under the offending garment, stroking the soft flesh underneath, rediscovering the smooth, toned muscles she'd first explored a few days before. Back and forth between back and stomach she moved, arcing slightly higher each time, until she reached the edge of Kim's bra. She moved her hand around to Kim's back, pulling her other one off her ass and deftly unhooking the bra in about half a second. The tension thus released she returned her hand to Kim's behind and resumed her kneading while the other hand returned to stroking, teasing along the underside of Kim's loosed breasts, causing the younger girl to hitch on Shego's neck for a second.
That's gonna leave a mark, both thought at the same time.
The moment was far from ruined, though, and Kim took her left hand from Shego's neck, using it instead to further unzip the front of the skintight costume. When it came to a stop at a level just below where Kim expected her bellybutton to be, she released the mechanism and returned her hand to that lovely, deceptively delicate neck.
Shego was becoming extraordinarily aroused. Not only was she seriously making out—and, from the looks of it, about to score, as well—but it was with the one person she'd realized she would, could, actively care about. She'd been with people a few times, was by no means promiscuous, but not once had there ever been anything even approaching this level of emotional attachment. Her Kimmie, she found, was the one person outside her parents that she would be fiercely protective of, not just in social situations but in physical as well. Jealousy wouldn't even begin to cover it. Possessive wasn't it, either. She not only desired the petite girl but wanted her to be hers, to be exclusive and devoted to Shego like Shego was prepared to do with her, and cherished and…loved…like Kim deserved to be. She wanted Kim to want her, to need her like she needed Kim in return. Strangely enough, the callous, uncaring, self-centered thief-for-hire wanted to make her little redhead happy, even if the gesture wasn't returned.
Those feelings smashed into her in a surge of unprovoked emotion and she felt her eyes filling with tears again. Twice in one day, her mind railed against itself, she'd been brought to the verge of crying. At least her eyes were closed and her head still tilted back, so Kim couldn't see anything. Shego managed to keep herself under control, though, and Kim's actions were helping, driving the sappy away with the unbridled passion and pleasure her touches, kisses, and licks were producing.
Kim had felt Shego's breath shudder slightly, and while she knew they were having fun, she also knew they hadn't been active enough for…that to happen yet. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but as Shego wasn't doing anything different, she decided against it as well. She was having such a wonderful time finding all the little niches and nuances of Shego's neckline that changing the routine seemed silly, though she knew she'd have to move eventually. She especially noted that while Shego's hand busily played with the underside of her breasts, and Kim moaned deeply into Shego's neck at the attention. She and Ron had fooled around a couple of times, never making it terribly far, but this was…indescribable. It was even better than her and Shego's explorations of a few days before, since Kim wasn't nearly as surprised and unsure now as she had been then.
Kim decided to return the favor Shego was doing her and slid her hands down the pale green neck to her shoulders, slipping them under the thin body suit. She was vaguely surprised to find no bra underneath as she stroked along them and to the top of Shego's arms, but that just meant she could get to it all the more quickly. Her hands traced gently down the front of Shego's chest, finding the valley of her cleavage before moving along to the underside of Shego's breasts as well. Kim continued lapping at Shego's neck, though she moved slightly from the side to the front.
Shego's breath caught in her throat as Kim proved just how adventurous she was. She almost couldn't believe her luck, but before she could further ruminate on it, Kim's finger brushed past her nipple and she inhaled sharply. That action, whether deliberate or not, brought her back to reality. Without thinking much about it—she was still rather focused on how Kim's hands felt—she slid her hand up and grabbed a handful of soft flesh on Kim's chest, massaging it gently. It fit perfectly into her hand, and if Kim had any insecurities about her size, Shego intended to lay them to rest. She felt Kim's mouth stop as the redhead leaned into the touch and she moaned, and Shego smirked slightly at having taken control of the situation.
She snuck her lower hand around the waistband of Kim's jeans until it was resting on Kim's stomach. Her fingers tickled for a moment before sliding down. Shego was privately glad Kim still wore jeans with a looser waist, not unlike the cargo pants she wore during missions. As she traveled down she wondered idly about hygienic things until she found that Kim was totally smooth, which for some reason oddly thrilled her.
Kim suddenly sagged against her even more bonelessly, which told Shego she must have hit a particularly sensitive spot…but without being able to see it, she doubted she'd be able to repeat the performance.
Kim buried her face in Shego's breastbone, not caring that the zipper edges from the catsuit were resting roughly on her ears. Shego's touch was driving her beyond insane with want, and as she rested there the hand on her breast gave a small squeeze. Kim felt something excited shoot through her again, had been feeling like that since her bra had been unhooked, and shivered slightly before realizing where she was. She began to kiss up and down the valley she was in, enjoying the view immensely when she opened her eyes slightly. Moving her head to the side she delivered feathery kisses to the inner sides of Shego's breasts, eventually tracing her tongue along the wonderful orbs being presented to her. Her own hands restarted their activity, cupping along the underside again before doing a little gentle squeezing of their own. She longed to have Shego out of the suit, but that would involve breaking away for too much time, and if she just pulled it down it would restrict the movement of Shego's arms too much.
Shego, apparently, was thinking along the same lines, for she withdrew her hands from Kim's clothing. Before Kim even had time to make any sort of disappointed noise, Shego scooped her up into her arms, carrying her bridal-style across the dorm room until she reached the small bedroom. She gently deposited Kim on the bed, recalling the last time she'd done this, what seemed like ages ago back at her hideout, after she'd blown up Dr. D's thingymawhatsit with the mountains and the shaving. Back then, though they had slept together, they hadn't slept together, in the significant sense. Now, though, Shego wanted desperately to fulfill that goal, and she had a very good idea that Kim wanted to do the same.
Before she burned herself on that assumption, though, she decided to make sure that was the case. Again she thought of how she would never have done such a thing in the past, how she'd never needed anyone's consent…but Kim was hardly "anyone," and this wasn't the past anymore. Actually, I really hope it's a future…
Kim looked up from her position on the bed to see Shego staring down at her, an unreadable expression on her face thanks to the dark room and her silky black hair. "Shego…" she began, slightly surprised to hear her voice sound mostly normal, "is something the matter?" She made no move to cover herself.
"Kimmie," Shego answered quietly, "are you sure you want this?"
Kim was ready to flip off an answer, but when she noticed how absolutely serious Shego was being, she held off, instead giving the matter some actual thought. She tried to reason with herself like she had earlier, tried to bring up the same objections as she had done before her first class that morning. Did she really want this? Emphatically yes. Did she want a relationship with Shego, an ex-nemesis, ex-thief, ex-villainess, and all-around cold-hearted bitch, even if she was being quite…human at the moment? Absolutely. Did it matter to Kim that Shego was quite obviously female? Not a bit. Would it matter? Oh, Kim was sure some people would object, but…the final question. Did she care? Did Kim Possible, high school social butterfly and (in some ways) normal teenage girl, care if word of her preference got out and society decided to absolutely cut her off?
She knew right away that there was only one way to answer that question for her, and by extension, only one answer for Shego.
"Yes," she answered equally as quietly, a small smile gracing her features.
Shego very nearly sighed in relief. She hadn't realized just how badly she wanted to hear that answer until Kim hesitated before speaking; when the redhead hadn't said anything right away Shego's insides had clenched almost painfully. Now that that hurdle was past, though, she fully intended to return to their previous activities. She climbed up on the small bed—she guessed it was only a twin-size mattress, large enough to fit either one of them separately, but barely big enough for both bodies—and straddled Kim's waist. She leaned down for a fiery kiss before finding the hem of Kim's shirt again, and this time she didn't hesitate in lifting the garment right off. One of her hands caught Kim's bra when the shirt was almost off and she yanked it away as well, leaving the adventurer's twin assets plainly exposed. Shego leaned in for another kiss, pausing for half a second as she saw Kim's absolutely adorable light blush at being so exposed. Her fingers brushed against Kim's ribs as she kissed her way down Kim's neck and breastbone before moving to a side and delivering a gentle peck to the side of the treasure. Her hand danced over the other mound, making sure to occupy both so Kim wouldn't feel like something was being left out. Teeth, tongue, and tips of fingers worked feather-light magic on Kim's skin, switching sides occasionally.
Kim's mind was on sensory overload at the moment, which is why her body seemed to respond on its own. One hand went to the back of Shego's head, holding her in place while the other grabbed the bed sheets and twisted itself in them in ecstasy. Small, guttural noises escaped her throat until Shego bit gently down, eliciting a muted shriek followed by a gasp as Shego's tongue went into "damage control" mode. She arched her back into Shego's touch, instinctively bringing herself closer in some small way to the source of such mind-numbing pleasure.
Shego used her free hand to unfasten Kim's jeans, but she knew she'd need both to remove them. She stayed up top for a few more seconds before lifting away, putting her weight back on her knees as she delicately removed Kim's pants; hey, she didn't know if Kim had any other pairs with her, and with Kim being a college student she didn't want to force the smaller girl to spend on anything she didn't have to. Kim's panties were next, and suddenly she was laid bare for Shego to see.
Unlike the last time Shego'd had such a visual treat, she had full license to stare and appreciate everything. A nasty injury and trust issues had prevented that last time; now that both were absent from the equation Shego looked down at Kim, seeing the total picture, and she felt the heat of her lust, of her desire, fanning ever higher the longer she looked. Gently she laid a hand on Kim's leg, echoing its path earlier except without the jeans in the way. The flesh on Kim's leg was silky and delicate, which was something of a surprise given Kim's rough-and-tumble lifestyle and dedication to cheerleading in high school. Shego wasn't about to complain, though, and busied herself with exploring every square inch of those legs. As her investigations climbed higher and narrower, Kim began to make small whimpering noises, and Shego smirked victoriously as she knew exactly what her Kimmie wanted.
She leaned in again, a faint scent wafting in her nostrils as she descended; she realized what it was a second before she saw Kim glistening before her, and the sight took her breath away. Shego wasn't about to be picky with anything about Kim, but to see such perfection was a very pleasant surprise. She wanted to savor the image as long as she could, so she reached upward again and placed her hands on the two treasures she had claimed earlier. Kim moaned, both at the touch and at Shego's breath on her absolute center. When Shego leaned in for another kiss, one set of lips to another, Kim just about flipped out completely. The feeling was so beyond anything Kim had ever experienced…and it continued! Shego had no problems finding the one target she knew would send Kim over the edge, and with the same tender care she'd used the entire time she latched onto that point with her mouth.
Kim very nearly screamed her head off when she felt the contact; it took only a few more seconds for her to shout Shego's name, drawing the last syllable out in a long, protracted exhalation of physical joy. When Kim calmed down enough, Shego popped her head up from between Kim's legs and smirked again. "You called?"
Kim took a second or three to get her breathing back under control, instead of the heaving and panting she'd been doing, before she responded to the wiseass comment. Just as she opened her mouth the perfect reply flashed into her mind, and she waited a few more seconds so her voice would sound as normal as possible. "Better watch it, you bad girl," she warned. "I'm coming to get you."
Shego snorted at the obvious double meaning, but she was too pleased with herself—and with Kim, for not running off in disgust or something—to put down Kim's attempt at matching Shego at her own game. "You already have me, Princess," she replied in a sultry tone, crawling up on her elbows to kiss Kim again.
The hero surprised Shego by energetically throwing her arms around her neck. When they separated for air, Kim looked her in the eye. "Is it just me, or do you taste different?" she asked.
"I think it's you, Pumpkin," Shego replied. Kim caught the meaning after a second and blushed, which made Shego smile.
Deciding to return the rascally streak, Kim slipped her hands back inside Shego's bodysuit while the pale woman was slightly off-guard, except this time Kim gave in to her wish and yanked the thing off Shego's shoulders. She shivered slightly in anticipation; there was something about the look of surprise on Shego's face that only encouraged her on, and her bare shoulders looked oddly enticing. Kim noted that they actually looked quite feminine and delicate, despite the serious power she knew Shego packed. Exploring the pale green body with her hands, she found Shego to be just as soft and smooth all around as she was on the neck and chest. She wanted more, though, and withdrew her hands so she could assist Shego in divesting herself of the suit's long sleeves. As soon as her arms were out Kim had the thing down to her waist in a flash, freeing Shego's fuller breasts for Kim to play with.
She tried to imitate Shego's actions earlier as best she could, keeping her touches tantalizingly light while she discovered. One thing she noted was that Shego's body was quite obviously green all over, which led to some interesting findings, such as the nubs atop the fleshy mounds Kim was working on; they were a deeper green, almost the same olive shade of green as Kim's eyes but a tad darker. Kim decided then and there that the similar coloration meant this body was for her eyes only from now on.
Leaving Shego to support herself with her arms, Kim slid down the bed under her until that magnificent chest was in her face, then lifted her head gently until she came in contact; her lips parted, depositing first a kiss before latching on to the green peak in amateur delight. As Kim had never been with a female before, all she could do was try and imitate what had been done to her.
Of course, since anything was possible for her, she copied quite well, a fact Shego could attest to—if her brain weren't threatening to leak out of her ears from the sensations, that is.
Taking the low, throaty moans as encouragement, Kim continued with her mouth while her hands crept down the other woman's torso and grabbed the suit yet again, snaking it gently lower still until it pooled around the woman's knees. Sensing her opportunity, Kim grabbed Shego's waist and flipped her. Shego spilled willingly, her hair falling entirely on one side. She watched Kim pull her suit off completely, and grinned when the redhead blanched.
"Are you always naked under this thing?" Kim asked out of sheer disbelief.
"Well, yeah," Shego answered as if it were obvious. "You know how tight that is. Anything else would get in the way…or pinch something fierce."
Kim said nothing more as she readied herself for the task ahead. Instead she gazed at the green woman on the bed before her. The combination of her sheer sexiness and the look on her face made Kim feel simultaneously weak in the knees—for which she was thankful that she was still kneeling—and wonderfully privileged that Shego was sharing herself with her. She leaned down again to honor that body as best she could; as soon as she made contact with Shego's skin the slightly older woman hissed in pleasure.
Kim massaged Shego's thighs with one hand while the other wandered up and down what torso she could reach. She felt Shego buck slightly under her and smiled to herself while she kissed her way down her stomach. The skin was still wonderfully warm to the touch, and Kim found that the woman actually smelled slightly spicy, though Kim couldn't identify exactly what it reminded her of. As she worked her way down a different smell registered to her nose and she hid a satisfied smirk as she found that Shego apparently desired her as much as Kim had wanted the other woman.
Kim tentatively reached out with her tongue, only to hear Shego inhale sharply and practically shove herself down onto Kim. Taking it as a good sign, she began to explore further, bringing her upper hand down to assist in the expedition. She noted to herself that Shego tasted wonderful, and a small part of her mind registered that this was not an observation she had ever expected to make in the past. She knew, though, that things change…and as Shego's breathing quickened into panting, her hands clutching the sheets tightly and her legs wrapping around Kim's shoulders, Kim also knew that it was a change she wasn't about to give up.
Several minutes later, after both women had had a chance to catch their breaths, Kim snuggled up next to Shego, the redhead almost deliriously happy. She was wearing a gigantic smile and lay on her side in front of Shego so they faced each other, though Kim was tucked under Shego's chin, a position she fit almost perfectly. They'd drawn the sheets up, leaving the comforter at the end of the bed; Kim knew that Shego's elevated body temperature meant the other woman rarely felt cold, and in fact tended to overheat if she was under too many layers. She also knew, now from experience, that Shego radiated heat like nothing else, and that meant Kim wouldn't be missing that extra blanket. At least, she hoped it would mean she wouldn't be missing that extra blanket; her mind plagued her with irrational fears of Shego leaving now that she'd had her way with Kim and would want nothing else to do with her. She tried to be rational about that scenario; would she really be that devastated if Shego treated this as a fling, as a one-night stand? Of course,she answered herself. She wouldn't kid herself by being okay with being tossed aside; she wanted something lasting, and damn it, Kim was going to hunt Shego to the ends of the earth if she only wanted to be fuck buddies.
Shego winced slightly as Kim's grip on her tightened. She wasn't sure if Kim knew what she was doing; the littler woman had serious power in her limbs, even if she wasn't as strong or super-powered as Shego herself. She wasn't in danger of hurting the ex-thief, but Shego was starting to get a mite uncomfortable. "Princess," she whispered, "you okay there? You're not freaking out on me, are you?"
Kim surprised her completely by asking, "You're not going to leave me, are you?"
The hurt and pain wrapped up in the question stunned Shego. She started to get angry that Kim thought so little of her—like hell was she that shallow! Then Kim's grip spasmed, and Shego calmed herself slightly. She still resented the implication of Kim's question, but from the night they'd just had, and the emotion Kim was showing, she was feeling a bit…generous. So instead of trying to, say, punch Kim's head in for being insulting, she instead raised Kim's head with a hand under the slender girl's chin. She was absolutely shocked to see tears in Kim's eyes, driving the rest of her anger away completely.
Kim felt Shego's fingers on her chin, pulling her head up, and she looked the pale woman in the eyes, emerald-green eyes meeting tear-filled, leafy-green ones. She had slightly surprised herself with being so emotional; calm, aggression, happiness, cockiness (Yes, she could admit to some level of hubris), and even anger were things she felt and showed to the world, not this weepy sissy side…but at the moment she couldn't make it stop.
Shego held Kim's gaze for a second, making sure the other girl knew how completely serious she was going to be. "No," she finally answered. "I'm not leaving. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not next week. Not ever, if you'll have me." Shego knew deep down what she was saying, and at one point in her life it would have scared her shitless. She was not one for personal commitments like that, but for Kim…Shego had known the redhead for years now and she knew now that she'd liked her for most of them, even if it had been hidden and buried behind layers of professional veneer and forbidden because of being on opposite sides of the law. There was just something about Kimmie; maybe it was the ability to fight Shego to a standstill, maybe it was how she always came back for more, maybe it was weathering all the taunts and insults Shego threw her way and occasionally retorting with same, maybe it began as physical attraction and grew. However it had happened, Shego knew that being with Kim was not going to be any sort of brief dalliance. She wanted, honestly wanted, to stay with her…and she respected Kim enough to listen to what she had to say and even abide by it. If Kim wanted her gone, she'd go, even if it would crush both of them inside.
Luckily Kim avoided that fate for the two of them. "Of course I want you to stay," she told Shego firmly. The tears were draining away finally, and Kim seemed to feel more of her usual self coming back. "Would I have asked if I didn't?"
"You have a point." Shego brushed some hair from Kim's forehead, smiling sincerely at the smaller girl. "Boy, Kimmie, what are you going to do for fun now? You've got me and I swore off being a Bad Guy. Who's gonna fight you?"
"You are," Kim said simply, smiling coyly.
"I am?"
"You bet. You know you want to, anyway."
"Are you sending me away now, pushing me to turn back to the dark side just so you can have your unending rivalry?" Though the words may have been sharp, Shego'd said them with a smile. Those words were also way too formal for her to be serious.
Kim's mouth quirked in a half-grin. "You know it. Spurned lovers are the best enemies, you know?"
"Is that the voice of experience, or are you quoting that goofy sitcom we were zapped into by Dr. D's vortex thingy?"
Kim giggled. "Sitcom. What, did you end up watching it too? Is that how you recognized the line?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Shego answered cryptically, her expression perfectly neutral.
Laughing once more, Kim cuddled up against Shego again before experiencing a jaw-cracking yawn. "Wow," she said once it was over. "I guess I'm more tired than I thought."
Shego glanced around the room for a second. "It is almost one in the morning," she told Kim after finding the girl's alarm clock.
"That late already? No wonder…" She yawned again, far more gently this time…and in the tradition of yawns since time immemorial, this one infected Shego, who had to field one of her own before she could speak.
"Stop doing that, Princess. Let's just get to sleep, kay?"
"Sounds good." Kim's eyes closed and Shego dropped her arms around the petite girl's torso. "Night, Shego," she muttered.
"Night, Cupcake."
Once again Shego was awakened midway through the night. The clock told her it was about three in the morning, but the time hadn't gotten her up; subtle movement had, and when she looked down she discovered Kim had shifted in her sleep. She'd turned around so the two were spooning, and Shego found she was feeling extraordinarily comfortable; the shared body heat easily kept the slightly chilly night at bay. She tightened her grip on the slender adventurer and quickly fell back asleep.
Unnoticed by either woman was the short phrase spoken by one to the other even while both were apparently deep in the throes of sleep:
"…love you, my Kimmie…"
Shego woke up the next morning slightly disoriented; a quick glance at an unfamiliar clock told her it was between eight and nine; she didn't particularly care about the minutes. The bed was small, the ceiling unknown; the walls were devoid of anything she recognized…until last night came slamming back in a rush.
In the rapid rise back to full consciousness, she noticed the bed was empty of anything save herself; she distinctly remembered having another warm body in there with her. Before she could wonder too much where her Princess had gone, though, she spotted a small note stuck on the nightstand next to the bed. She rose up on one elbow and picked up the note.
Shego, sorry I had to run out but I had a morning class that I was already late for. Make yourself at home if you want to stay. I should be back after two, since that's about when my last class ends. If you're not there I'll assume you're at your parents. If not leave me some way to get ahold of you. I don't want to lose you.
-Kim
Shego smiled wryly and dropped the note back on the low piece of furniture. Kim didn't want to lose her? From the tone of the note she imagined Kim was thinking more of a wandering puppy or something, which made her laugh. Shaking her head over Kim's apparent goofiness, she threw the light sheet off and wandered over to Kim's dresser. Giving the world a free show wasn't something that interested her much, but she also didn't want to put the suit back on quite yet. She pulled open the drawers, finding Kim had packed quite a bit, apparently, of her wardrobe from home, and selected a couple of things at random. Sadly, Kim didn't appreciate the darker colors as much as Shego did, but at least it was clothing.
Kim's mind was far, far away as she sat through her three classes for the day. Every time she caught herself daydreaming she forced herself to pay more attention, which quickly faded back into dreams and reminiscences of the night before. It had been so totally unlike anything she'd ever experienced, so foreign, yet at the same time so comfortable and pleasing that it felt like something she'd been doing forever. It felt like…like how talking to Ron felt, in the way that she always had done it and would always continue to do it. She was pleasantly surprised to find herself ready, willing, and able to always be with Shego in spite of her previous reluctance. Before, all that talk about opinions not mattering had been just that: talk. But now…now she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Shego was hers, and she, Shego's.
Though her mind was practically buzzing with how happy she was, she at least had the presence of mind to keep her face relatively neutral. After all, while it might not be so out of place on a college campus, wandering around like she was on a crack high was not going to do sterling things to her reputation…and this time, she did care. So she tried to act normal, and mostly succeeded.
That is, she succeeded until a familiar happy-minor-third theme interrupted a professor in the middle of an introductory lecture on the formation of the North American continent. She turned her wrist and hit the big blue button on the side of her Kimmunicator. "Go, Wade," she said quietly. She made sure to partially cover the casing, killing some of the sound; Wade had designed her second-generation Kimmunicator so that it could use the high-tech plastic-and-metal synthetic shell as a speaker, without needing to drill little holes and have the actual magnetic driver and such inside. The setup allowed him to cram just that much more into the little device.
Wade looked about to speak, then paused, apparently taking in the surroundings. "In class?" he asked. Kim's hand on the case ensured the voice came through relatively quietly.
"Yeah. Make it quick."
"Gotcha. More GMKCRs, south end of Go City."
"GMK—oh. Right. On it."
"Right, Kim. Oh, and Ron's busy again. He's duking it out with Monkey Fist again. Sorry, but you'll have to go it alone again."
"So not the drama, Wade. Actually…" A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "I've got help already."
"Team Go?" he asked.
"Not…exactly. Well, sorta."
Wade could tell something was up. Kim was being somewhat evasive, but if she had help, he wasn't going to ask. "Whatever. Good luck."
"Later, Wade," she said. She threw her notebook into her backpack and only then noticed that both the professor and about half the class were staring at her.
"Young lady, I will thank you to turn your cell phone off and never use it again in my class," the man stated. He was older, Kim guessed in his late 50s or early 60s, with glasses, a short beard, and salt-and-pepper hair. He wore a sport coat over his clothing, even in Go U's stiflingly hot lecture halls, and a fedora that looked like it had seen better days. In short, he was the spitting image of the stodgy old history professor archetype.
Kim wasn't anywhere near apologetic, but she said, "Sorry, Dr. Stepikulous. Gotta go save the world." She heaved her bag over her shoulder and dashed out of the classroom.
The teacher stared at the door for a second before turning back to the class. "Now that that has been taken care of, we'll be moving on to the earliest inhabitants of North America crossing the Bering Strait…"
Kim practically flew across campus. She threw the door to her dorm open and ran up the stairs, again taking them three at a time, until she got to her floor, where she dug out her key as she ran to the door. She jammed it into the lock, turned, turned it back, and yanked the key out, all in about half a second. Without even pocketing it she shoved the door open and ran inside.
"Shego!" she called. "I hope you're awake…'cause I need your help!"
The cry did not go unnoticed. Shego looked up from where she was reading one of the random textbooks Kim had left lying around the dorm. "You do, do you?" she asked, a smirk creeping across her face. Oh, how the lofty have fallen…the great hero needing a villain's help? Shego stood and walked toward the front of the dorm, pausing in the doorway when she reached it.
"Yeah I do. Wade called in the middle of a class and—" Her voice quit as she stared. Words simply failed to describe the scene before her.
Shego was still in the doorway; she had one hand on the door jamb above the level of her head, and she was leaning that way, her torso bent so her hips were tilted. Her other hand was draped across her bare stomach, and the look on her face was sultry, to say the least.
What really made Kim's jaw drop was the fact that Shego was in her clothes. Well, it wasn't really the fact that it was her clothing…it was how Shego was wearing it. Or how she wasn't, more accurately.
Shego was a bit bigger than Kim in many dimensions, the exception being the size of her waist. So it was with some glee that she had found a small pink camisole of Kim's and put it on. If nothing else, it would be something to tease Kim over…but the current reaction was far, far better than anything else.
The undergarment was drawn tight across Shego's impressive chest, meaning it stopped a good deal higher on her than it did on Kim. She also had a matching pair of panties, doubtlessly raided from Kim's drawer; they were quite exotic, and not the plain fare Shego had expected to find. She had known before that Kim liked to dress well; she hadn't known that extended to lingerie. Still, seeing Kim practically tripping over her jaw as it hit the floor…it made her feel good, made her feel…wanted. It was not a feeling she was accustomed to having.
As Kim stared, Shego's smirk grew. Though she enjoyed flustering her Princess, she also was somewhat relieved that Kim didn't blush this time.
Actually, she was wrong; Kim was turning very slightly red. She was so shell-shocked, though, that her brain wasn't capable of telling the blood vessels in her face to behave properly for the situation. Kim knew it was wholly inappropriate given the current sitch, but suddenly, and very badly, wanted to strip Shego out of the flimsy attire and take her right then.
Sadly—at least, sadly to that part of her mind—she snapped out of her bewilderment…and gave Shego a very obvious once-over. It wasn't something she'd normally do. Then again, neither was shacking up with a woman.
Shego's smirk changed to a genuine smile when Kim finally looked her up and down. "You likey?" she asked, turning a small circle in the doorway.
When Kim replied with a wolf whistle, Shego cracked up.
Kim joined her for a moment, but then two things presented themselves again to her distracted mind. "Okay, okay," she calmed herself down. "Two things. First…pink is so not your color. Pink and green? Ew," she commented. At Shego's mildly hurt look, she amended, "I don't mean us, I mean my clothes. You look so much better in your normal colors."
"Really?" Shego drawled.
"Yeah. I mean, you've always looked gorgeous in your uniform." Now Kim did blush…but given what the green-skinned woman meant to her, it was less out of embarrassment for admitting that fact, and more out of the fact that Shego had, quite probably on purpose, stretched in a very suggestive manner.
"Aww, thanks, Kimmie." She leaned back off the door frame. "So why'd you come flying in here like you had to save the world? And what's this about my help?"
Kim shook herself; it was, indeed, time to get down to business. "Wade called in the middle of class," she said again. "More of those GMKCRs."
"GMK—oh. Right." Kim grinned at how Shego had exactly echoed her, though the other woman could have no way of knowing that. "So?"
"So? Shego, I told you, I need your help. At the very least I need a way down there."
"Down where?" Shego knew she was going to regret asking.
"South side of Go City. The crazy trio's trying again."
Yep. She was right. Heaving a groaning sigh, she hung her head. "Come on, Princess. You know I don't do the hero thing."
"Shego…" Kim protested. "Look. I won't think of you as a hero…but I really need your help. I can't take these things by myself. Remember last time?"
"Yeah, I remember. You seemed to do pretty okay on your own."
"Only because you were their target," she countered. "Look at it this way. You hurt them more than I do; that's probably why they ignored me until I was on the one's head."
"Look, Kimmie, that may be, but I'd much rather sit this one out."
"At least get me down there," Kim pled. "Fine, you don't want to fight? You don't have to. But I have to stop them. And to do that I'll at least need your help to get me there."
"And what makes you think I can get you there any faster?"
Kim simply stared at her. She didn't say anything; she didn't need to. The look conveyed everything she wanted to speak. Oh, come on. You think I think you walked here?
Shego sighed again, this time in defeat. "Fine, fine. I'll get you down there." She shook her head. "Goddamn cheerleaders and fucking rats and fucking villains and…" Her muttering trailed off to incoherence as she entered the bedroom while Kim waited.
Kim decided to pay Shego back a little bit for doing this for her, so she silently followed her into the bedroom. She stayed where she was as Shego tossed off the undergarments and grabbed her suit. She got the thing past her legs when she felt a pair of arms slide around her torso until they crossed in front of her stomach; something pressed against her back, and with her hair in front of her shoulders to avoid closing it into the back of the catsuit, Shego felt breath between her shoulder blades. The breathing was quickly joined by another touch, and she felt herself relaxing.
Kim moved from side to side, gently placing small kisses along Shego's spine and shoulder blades. Her arms tightened around the other's waist, and Kim stood on her toes to lean up next to Shego's ear. "Thank you, and I'm sorry," she whispered.
Shego shivered in spite of the heat and contact; the breathing was too much. She felt herself growing warmer still. "Princess…" she practically moaned. "Keep this up and we're gonna be late…"
Kim kissed just under Shego's ear, then slowly pulled away. Shego didn't move, and Kim smiled to herself—it was nice to have that kind of effect on the other woman, she thought—before tugging gently on the suit to get it started moving back up her body.
Shego took the hint, slipping her arms inside before pulling it the rest of the way up. Kim stepped back as Shego flipped her hair around, and the noise of the zipper followed. Finally Shego turned around, looking as dangerously sexy as ever, and Kim couldn't help but smile at how Shego's expression so closely resembled her own "mission face." The green-skinned woman took one look at Kim and smirked.
"Time to kick some tail."
A/N: Whee! Told you it would be extreme. And I also told you it would only be a few days. Next up: just as Shego said. And yes, I know she said she didn't want to help, but let's face it, Shego lives for the fight.