Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Kim Possible... obviously.
Ok, other than that... -.-' I know I said this was a one shot, I should change that now...
Look, if you want this to continue, it's not going to be a happy ending. There are like, 2 more chapters that can be uploaded, but the story didn't write itself out to be happy, I'm sorry. So decide while reading this and reviewing :D
There was a soft breeze that night. Normally, it was rather calm, but it was nearing to August, and soon the still summer air would have left all of Middleton.
Shego felt the change in the air significantly, from her elevated place in the great tree. But it was okay. She was used to dealing with any sort of weather; she had been trained to remain balanced, no matter what.
She had been sitting there, waiting, patiently, for what might have been the whole day, but was really only a few hours. She had been staying in Middleton, incognito, for the whole of summer break, staying, sleeping, eating, and watching.
The lights dimmed usually around eleven o'clock to midnight in the Possible household. The last light, the one usually consisting of teenage fancies with avid talks on the phone, would be out by around two. This was perfect, as it gave the rest of the household time to settle down into the deep sleep they had always been conditioned into.
At around two-thirty, she would slip out from her disguise, and quietly shift over the branches until she reached that window…
That window was a fallacy.
That window, constantly left open, whether half way, or just a crack or fully in view, left open, as if to say 'I am waiting for you'. But it's not saying that. Not to Shego, no matter how much she'd love to recall that sort of notion to herself when regarding the Possible girl, she had told herself long ago that it would be in fact, impossible.
She knew it was open for Stoppable, who made his morning rounds, or for Kim to sneak out of, as she did at points in her life, to escape her normal lifestyle to one of excitement and adventure.
But this summer had been relatively quiet for young Kim Possible. Shego had made sure of that; made sure with deadly precision that there would be no time taken away from their time.
Her strands of auburn hair make wisp-like patterns on the white pillow that protects he hair, her jaw line clearly visible, outlined by the shadows that play on her face when Shego comes closer.
The tight little tanks she wears to sleep nightly are never followe by the loose bottoms she fashions when still awake. Kim can't sleep with pants on, and this makes Shego smile.
Kim is a deep sleeper, contrary to popular belief. She can't always be aware of whats happening around her. The constant awareness when she is awake only exhausts her mental senses further, thus submitting her to a deeper recovery. So she never feels the fumes she inhales nightly.
Shego isn't a doctor, but she knows drugs. And she knows this dosage won't cause any amount of brain damage, or life-shortening possibilities. She knows the effects well; she has tested them out already on several subjects. She has ample supply, had made sure to come prepared with it before she took her "vacation".
By the time Kim's eyes flutter open, she is already outside, with pants, and she thinks everything around her is a dream.
"Shego…" She says with a smile, though she doesn't see the woman; she feels her cool bare hands stroking her flat stomach, she feels her breasts in a soft cotton t-shirt cushioning her head, she feels her breath above her, and she thinks she can smell her, though she won't remember that part of the dream in the morning.
But by now, Kim was used to her nightly dreams with the villainess. Ever since that night three months ago, Kim could never stop thinking about how much it hurt.
"Could you say it…?" She asks leisurely as she sighs and leans further into the strong figure. She goes what she's talking about, but she loves hearing that voice so much…
"Say what?" She asks softly, teasing.
"You know…" The teenager in her is ever apparent, and she giggles at her own slur, suddenly imagining they are not in the park under a tree, but in fact on a date, in a restaurant in Miami, next to the beach and hearing the waves as they crash on shore. She is still, after all, dreaming. It's just with her eyes open, and the dreams she has take Shego along with her.
"Well, why don't you remind me?"
"Can I remind you if I kiss you?" Her voice raises an octave, but she's not nervous. She has no reason to feel nervous in her dreams. She is in control of them.
"Maybe…you might want to try…"
Shego closes her eyes and smiles, waiting for those naked lips to press upon hers, though they are not fully conscious enough to deepen anything without getting too sloppy, Shego usually takes control.
And Kim front arches into Shego's own, and a graceful, firm hand presses along the middle of her back, unwilling to let the air separate them, unwilling to let go of the body that willingly molded into hers.
"I love you." Shego whispers when they part, and Kim laughs happily, and then trying for seductive, nibbles on her ear and taunts.
"I made you say it…"
When she wakes up in the morning, she has a small headache, and she has learned not to cry over a dream. She picks up her pajama pants where they were discarded before she went to sleep, and walks downstairs for coffee.
Shego knows that once school starts, this type of behavior will be unacceptable. But she enjoys it while she can.
She'd never kill Kim.
Kim could never work up the will to kill her.
But the false facades must be kept up just a little longer.
Do you really want the next chapter? It'll have a semi plot.