Chapter 4: Choosing the next step.

Paring: KIGO.

Warning: contains mature content (nudity)

I do not own Kim Possible, it and all related characters are the property of the original creators, not me.

This story is owned by me, Mereel Skirata.


I walk back into the living room, resting heavily on Kimmie's shoulder, all of the strength having gone about of my body. Anne runs over as soon as we enter, throwing her arms around my neck as Kimmie steps back, pulling me in close, despite my soaking clothing. Her face is streaked with tears, her mascara running with them. She must have been crying really hard.
She pulls back from me, looking straight into my eyes. Her mouth moves slightly, opening and closing a few times.
She wants to say something, but she can't seem to get the words out. Fresh tears run down her face. I draw her back into the hug.

"I'm sorry." I mutter. It's all I can say.

As she goes to sit back down, I glance at Kimmie's dad. While he hasn't been crying, he does look concerned, either for me, Kimmie or Anne. I can't tell. Maybe he's concerned for all of us. I feel a sudden rush of guilt as I fully realise what I put them through.

Back upstairs, Kimmie leads me into her room, having grabbed two large towels as we passed the bathroom.

Kim drops them one the bed, turning to face me, helping me to peel off my drenched jumpsuit. It sticks to my legs, but I eventually manage to extricate myself.
Then she follows suit with her mission gear.
Both naked now, she wraps a towel around us, as we set about drying each other. Despite the closeness of our bodies, neither of us finds the situation sexual. We are just sharing the intimacy of this moment, relishing in each other s presence, in the fact that we are both here to be with each other. We are linked by the desire to be with each other and to never be apart.
Kim changes into her pyjamas, deep blue sleep shirt and shorts, before revealing an identical set for me, but in light green with black stripes around the bottom of the shorts.
I'm touched. She obviously brought them after I left.
She slips under the covers as I dress, leaving enough space for me on her left side. I climb in next to her, pulling the duvet around our shoulders. Kimmie shivers as I press my face against my neck.
"Still cold, Pumpkin?"
She nods, nestling closer to me, cuddling into my warm embrace.
I kiss her neck gently, inhaling her scent. Soft and sweet, a hint of strawberries.
She sighs, slowly and softly. I think she's asleep, or nearly asleep.
I let my head drop back onto the pillow.

"Night, Pumpkin." I whisper.

"Night, Shego." She murmurs back.

I close my eyes. We are asleep in minutes.

Kimmie wakes first, rubbing as she sits up slowly.
She turns, looking at the girl still sleeping next to her, her raven hair shining in the early morning light.
My heart soars just by looking at her. She looks so beautiful, so peaceful, her face completely relaxed.
As if the terrible events of yesterday had never happened.
I don't think that I'll ever forget the sight of her standing on that ledge.
Or that terrible moment when I feared I might lose her forever. But at the same time, it made my feelings for her completely clear. Sitting here now, I feel things for her that I've never felt for Ron. Ron is friend, a good friend. One's who's always been there for me. But one that I feel that I could spend time away from.
With Shego, I feel like I should always be with her. Like she has become part of my heart and soul and to be without her, I would just die.

Still, I think I can handle it for a few minutes. Slipping into my slippers, I pad downstairs. Mum is already in the kitchen, Dad having gone into work.

I give mum a kiss on the cheek, before I fill the kettle. As it boils, I grab two cups, filling each with one spoonful of dried coffee and two of brown sugar.

"Mum, did you tell the tweebs anything about last night?"

"No, I don't see any reason to upset them unnecessarily. But you do need to talk to Ron. He deserves to know about you and Shego."

I narrow my eyes, looking away, as I think of my boyfriend. Or is that ex-boyfriend? I throw my hands up in the air.

"Okay. Okay. I'll go see him tomorrow."

I really don't want to, given what he did. But mum's right. I should tell him. Better that he hears it from me than someone else.

I wake suddenly, realising that I am alone. Kimmie's space is still warm, so she can't have been gone long. But for me these seconds are too long. I want her back with me. I don't feel secure without her. I'm terrified to think what I might do if she never came back. I'm seconds away from leaping out of bed and running off to find her, when she returns.

I pull her into a hug, burying my head in her chest, as soon as she puts down the cups she is carrying.

She gently strokes my hair. "Shego, honey, what's wrong?"

I look up, tears misting my eyes.

"Don't leave me, okay. Please. I just feel so scared when you're not here. So just stay with me. Okay?"

The pleading tone in her voice clutches at my heart. I guide her back to the bed, plumping up the pillows as she sinks into them.

"Okay. Okay, I won't. Shhh. It's okay."

I cuddle up to her, hoping that my presence will drive away the fears that my words cannot.

She slowly relaxes. But her hands clasp mine desperately. Like she's afraid I'm just going to vanish at any second.

"You're okay, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you."

Shego's next words sting, though she didn't mean them to.

"You did."

"What? When."

"It was a dream. I was lying with you in a field. One minute you were there and then you were gone. And I couldn't find you. And just now, I woke up and you weren't here. It just brought it back, really."

I stroke her cheek, wiping away the single tear that is rolling down it.

"Alright. But we don't have to stay cooped up in here all day. We should go out and do something. Shopping or get a meal or... "

"Anything s fine, as long as you're there."

"Okay. How about Bueno Nacho?"

Despite her frail emotional state, the scoff she replies with is pure Shego.

"Princess, don't confuse me with the buffoon. I do know a few places a bit more classy that a fast food joint."

"But, you liked Bueno Nacho the last time we went there."

"It's fine just to eat. But you have to treat your girlfriend to something a bit more special. That might be something to tell monkey boy next time you see him. Now, give me that phone and let me do my stuff."

Placing the phone back in the cradle, having managed to secure a table at an out of the way, but upmarket, restaurant in Upperton.

I can't hear anyone in the bathroom, so I enter, switching on the shower, getting the temperature right.

Kimmie follows, tossing her shirt and shorts off, slipping under the hot spray and I join her.

I stand close behind Kimmie again, just enjoying the proximity, as she begins to shampoo her hair.

I slip one hand over her trim stomach, gently tracing around her navel. She shoots me a grin, stepping around behind me, gently working the lather into my hair now.

Her touch just feels so good, that I start to melt into it.

"Does that feel good?" Kimmie asks, innocently.

Of course it does. She has to know how much I'm enjoying this, both her attention and the feel of her hands.
I'd show her, but that would mean moving away from her magic touch.

Suddenly, I notice that the only thing that is in contact with my head is the water. Kimmie has now turned her attention back to her own hair.

So, she wants to play with me? Fine, I'll play with her. I kiss Kimmie, right on the lips, softly, but deeply.
Her hands pause. I break the kiss, just as she is getting into it. She moans in disappointment as I pull back.

I smirk, staring into her eyes. "Fix your hair, Pumpkin. We've got a reservation."

I feel her eyes on me as I walk away, gently patting my hair dry.

I hold the door to the restaurant open for Kimmie, following closely behind her, as the waiter leads up to our table.

Kimmie's outfit is a bit brighter than mine; a white t-shirt with a pink heart on the chest, blue jeans that are a little faded and white trainers.
A couple of pins are holding her hair back, framing her face perfectly.
The cloth nicely hugs her curves, not revealing them. Just displaying them in the best way possible. My choice is a little more sombre. A black shirt and skirt, with black platforms. But then, can any outfit be sombre when you have green skin, skin that my outfit shows plenty of.
The shirt is open at the top two buttons, not quiet showing my cleavage, but almost there. The skirt doesn't even reach past my knees.
As usual I have my long hair loose, letting it flow naturally.

We have been given a table right at the front of the restaurant, next to the window, but tucked into the corner, giving it a sense of privacy.
The waiter moves to pull Kimmie's chair out for her, but I wave him away. I want to do it. I'm going to treat my Princess to the best, better than the buffoon ever could.
I'll bet no girl he ever took out, if anyone else would have him, had been escorted to her seat before he took his.
Then again he probably doesn't even know about that tradition, he only goes to that cheap mexican place. They don't even have real seats there.

The waiter reads out the specials to us, but I'm out of my depth really. I've never been to a restaurant this fancy, except once with my parents.
But I was 10 at the time.

So I order for us, a set menu that covers all courses.

As we wait, Kim voices the question that has been bouncing around in my head.
"What about Drakken? Will you go back to working with him or..."

"I can't really stay with you and work with Drakken. I don't want to be put into a situation where I would have to fight you. Plus, I can't bear to apart from you. Even a few minutes this morning nearly broke my heart. I'm staying with you, Princess. No doubt."
We spend the rest of the meal just chatting, talking about more mundane things. Kimmie is going to graduate soon, before moving on to college.

"I'm looking forward to it, of course I am. But, at the same time, it scares me, Shego. It's a big change. In fact, my mother said that everything changes."

"Of course, everything changes. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. You get the chance to do things your own way. Try your own things. And I know you can handle it. All the things you've done, things you've seen. You can do this. Trust me."

After we finish eating, we head outside, taking a slow walk back to her parents house.
We both know that tomorrow will be a difficult day.
But we will get through it, together.


Okay, that's it for Anger. I have another story that will follow on from it planned, but I won't be writing that yet.

But keep an eye out for a new KIGO fic that I should have the Chapter 1 of up in a few days.

Thank you all for your kind comments and keep them coming.
Any ideas for where you would like the story to go or events you want to see, tell me and I will consider them.

Till next time.