It took Shego roughly 4 seconds to realize exactly where she was. Her eyes darted around the room from a series of cheerleading posters staring her down on the ceiling, to a large dresser in the corner of the room, whose drawers might very well hold an extensive cuddle buddy collection, and finally they rested on the body of a girl snuggled up against her. Kimmie. Last night was a blur, but she was pretty sure she'd gone farther with her sworn enemy than her pathetic sidekick ever would. As her eyes drifted back to the girl, Shego couldn't help but stare. Kim looked beautiful even when she was sleeping, and it was just going to make this harder on her. Drakken was probably getting impatient, but then again, when had she ever catered to his every need. Her employer could wait, she thought. Right now, there was no where she'd rather be.
Kim woke up two hours later to find Shego inspecting the tags of Kim's large array of cuddle buddies.
"Pandaroo? Who the hell names these things anyway?" she muttered to herself in disgust.
"Hey, he's my favorite!" Kim exclaimed. Her cuddle buddy collection wasn't something she was extremely proud of, but she figured she could take the chance of embarrassment with Shego.
"You're up, it's about time."
KIm looked embarrassed. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not too long." Shego replied, climbing back in her bed, but Kim could tell the villainess was lying for her benefit.
"Uh, can I get you something?" The situation was too weird, yet the warmth of Shego's body against hers gave the redhead a fuzzy feeling. Ugh this had to stop. She needed to break this (whatever this was) off with Shego later, before anyone got hurt.
"Coffee would be nice, but you just woke up; I can make it." Shego squeezed Kim's hand. "You go back to sleep." No sooner had the words come out of her mouth, than a bang sounded throughout the room as Kim's apartment door was flung open. Kim scanned her bedroom frantically for her clothes, feeling defenseless as Shego's hands glowed plasma green in preparation for their attacker.
"Kim! are you okay? Wade said—" The voice was cut short as the intruder burst through Kim's bedroom door. It was Ron.
Ron's face was an open book, and the emotions he felt couldn't be hidden. For an instant it was sheer confusion. Why was his fiancé, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, in bed with her sworn enemy? Then he saw the clothes she'd worn the night before flung over the dresser and Shego's barely functional bathrobe; Kim wasn't wearing anything. Ron was in shock. He tried to open his mouth to say something...anything. Wishing desperately that the woman he loved would defend herself. He trusted her and in the position he was in, he was willing to believe even the most pathetic excuse, but an answer never came.