A/N: Holy shit son, is this really back on? You bet it is! It's been a wild few years, but I am back in the saddle, and I'm starting by finishing up this baby. Chapter 3 is already in the works, so I promise that should be out before the next decade ;D
Chapter Two- A New High
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the Kim Possible series. They are the intellectual property of Disney and are used here as a non-profit fan creation by myself. Likewise, "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time" isn't mine either, but rather belongs to Panic! At the Disco and Fueled by Ramen/Atlantic Records Group/Warner Music Group.
She could feel the wind whipping through her long black hair as she buzzed through the narrow alleyways. There was no time to look, she was navigating all by feel as she dodged and weaved her way through.
A streaming green demon burst onto the freeway, heading towards the coastline. But something was amiss...it was too quiet, she could only hear her own engine…
Finally she risked it, and looked back over her shoulder. To her shock, she saw...nothing.
Where in the world was she? She was supposed to be chasing her down, that was the way these things worked. How many years had this gone on for? Certainly she knew what she was supposed to do by now…
Confusion and rage overtook her, and those emerald eyes kept searching, looking at every angle behind her. "Where the hell are you Pri-"
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The past week had been a whirlwind of confusion for Kim Possible. By all reports, once Shego had woken up she refused to say anything other than recite the Miranda Rights, this was by no means her first rodeo. But it offered no clue as to what had happened that night, and there was still something inside Kim that just knew something was wrong with the whole sitch.
But now was not the time to worry about that. Right now, she was on a date, or at least she would be if she could find where her date had ran off to. The club scene really wasn't her thing, but David had insisted, and she had chosen the movie they saw last time. David was a new fling, the pair had been on half a dozen dates as well as a romp or two in bed, and things were just starting to make that turn towards getting serious.
And so Kim was there, with her hair in a cute ponytail and a white sequined dress that cut off just above her knees. It was tight in all the right places, showed off just enough skin, but was still easy to move in, just the kind of thing David would go ga-ga over...if she could ever find him. Kim was starting to get worried, sure he wasn't always the best with times but he at least always made sure to text her. There was something off here, the heroine could feel it in her bones.
It was the bartender tapping on her shoulder that broke Kim's train of thought. With a smile, the attractive young woman slid something bright and green across the bar to the heroine. "This is from the couple down at the end of the bar."
With a polite smile, Kim took the drink and looked around. Who in the world was ordering her drinks out of the blue this time? Usually it was someone who owed her a favor or some dude trying to get in her pants, but the fact that the bartender said "couple" just made it more interesting...maybe in a good way. "Bad Kim, focus." She chided herself, looking down towards the end of the bar. Kim nearly did a spit take as she finally spotted a familiar face. There at the end of the bar was David, with some dark-haired hussy in his lap. Then, said hussy turned to face her, giving her a wink as their eyes met. A feral growl built deep in Kim Possible's throat. Of all the bars in all the state of California, she just had to walk into this one…
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The first rule of stealing is to make sure you know the value of what you are going after. The second rule, and the one most rookies don't know, is that value is a very relative term. It is very possible for something to be completely worthless to most people, but to be of exceptional value to one person in particular. It was one of these items that Shego was going after tonight.
Breaking out of the hospital was child's play to the accomplished mercenary. This was a woman who once broke into Area 51 after all...okay, she had a giant poodle to do that with but still. Even with a broken wrist, the paltry guard detail stood no match against balls of flaming green death. Add a little makeup to cover the bruises and burn off the cast, and she was ready for duty.
Ever since that night in Chinatown, the idea of how to really get Kim to fight seriously had been wracking Shego's brain. She couldn't lose her like this, she had become too dependent on that damned redhead as much as she hated admitting it. So, Shego went back to the tape, looking over every surveillance picture she had taken, rereading hacked emails until finally she found what she wanted: the Princess had a little boytoy. And if there was one thing that was valuable to a young woman in college, it was her man.
So, a little extra makeup, a hot little black number, and a pair of "come-and-get-me" heels later, Shego found herself deep in a throng of people at the club. Circling like a shark, she finally found her prey, a sweet idiot by the name of David. He wasn't exactly her cup of tea, but the only personal gratification Shego wanted out of him was that sweet fix she would get once Kim spotted the two.
Unfortunately, the Princess seemed lost in this place, and Shego saw her about a dozen times without being noticed herself. Although, she did have to give the girl props, that white dress was giving her ideas she had never had about the younger fighter before. But she couldn't just sit here on David's lap all night. So she ordered her a drink, a little breadcrumb on the trail. And boy did it work. She could see the fury in Kim's eyes when they locked views with each other, she could almost taste the rage coming off her tight and toned body. (Damn that dress was playing with her head, maybe she shouldn't have had that last mojito.) She could tell there would be no ritual tonight, it would be just a down and dirty brawl, and Shego loved it.
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Kim had always bragged that in all her years of crime fighting, she could count on one hand the number of times she had to fight dirty. Tonight that was going to have to be raised to two hands, as even she was shocked at her first inclination. Kim's hands each grabbed a handful of soft black hair, using it as leverage to slam her nemesis into the hard dancefloor.
The fires of rage still burning in her eyes, Kim then turned to face David, watching the poor boy shrink back in fear and shame. "I cannot believe you!" She hissed through clenched teeth, her knuckles turning white on her angry fists.
"Kim I'm really sorry, she just.. Kim look out!" The warning came just a touch too late. The redhead felt the tug on her ponytail at about the same time, and then it was her turn to be flung through the air until she met the finished hardwood.
Rolling onto her back, the first thing Kim saw were those accursed emerald eyes looking right into hers. "Are you going to play by the rules this time Princess?" Shego asked cryptically. The look on her face reminded Kim of the twins on Christmas morning. It was almost as if this was what she wanted to happen…
Shego's whole body was on fire. Not only had her plan worked, but it may have worked too well. With cat-like grace, the thief pulled a quick back handspring to dodge Kim's sweeping leg. As she watched the heroine get up, a shiver went down Shego's spine. She could already see herself throwing the girl through the club window, then grabbing her by the neck and pinning her against the wall while her other hand slid up her…
Woah there. That last mojito had been one too many alright. Sure, Shego preferred the fairer sex, but the Princess was just a kid…
No, no she wasn't, not anymore. Especially not in that dress. Shego always knew Kim was her equal, the yin to her yang, but tonight was the first time in her mind's eye that she wasn't seeing her as some bratty little cheerleader with an overabundance of skill. No, this woman before her was a beautiful weapon of destruction, forged in the fires of battle and sculpted in the image of a goddess. For all these years it was the skill and the challenge that she hungered after, but tonight as she started to trade blows with the heroine, she could feel things start to shift. Just like always, that adrenaline and dopamine surge slammed into the pleasure centers of her brain, but this time it was different. It was harder, faster, stronger. Whatever was going on inside was twisting this from something she wanted and sought out into something she fucking needed.
And god damnit did she want more.
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Kim Possible panted and tried to keep up with the ferocious she-demon she was matched up against on the club dancefloor. Some switch had flipped in Shego, that much was obvious. There was no time to think right now, only react. As the redhead blocked an overhand swipe of those vicious plasma-claws, an opening presented itself, and a hard heeled kick to the midsection sent Shego staggering back a few steps.
Now with a second to breathe, Kim was able to take in her surroundings. While the crowd had given the pair a nice wide berth, no one was leaving the club, and she quickly lost count of how many phones she saw out. Security was also hanging back, no doubt out of fear of just who they were up against. All of this was pretty standard fare for a public brawl, but it was the fact that the DJ was still doing his job that made Kim smirk.
"Really? Panic! at the Disco?" Kim thought to herself with a raised eyebrow as the opening surf-rock riff blasted out of the speakers. "Oh well, when in Rome.." With a soft sigh, Kim took a step back to recenter herself before pulling her hair out of the ponytail. "You know Shego, with all these dates of mine you keep ruining, I'm starting to think you might be jealous." She snarked as she sent her hairband flying into the crowd.
"Jealous? Of you Cupcake?" Shego snorted as she dashed forward, quickly closing the distance, her hands flaring a vibrant mint green. It only took a few quick bounds to get to her target, and with a grin Shego pulled back her right hand to strike.
A grin grew across Kim's face as well as she watched Shego close in, time seeming to slow down around her. "Well you know, jealousy is a green-eyed monster.". The effect was instantaneous. For just a brief moment, Shego's entire body tensed up, eyes wide and nostrils flared. The wave of a great rage started to crest before the trained thief was able to slam it down. Most people wouldn't have even noticed it at all, but Kim Possible knew Shego's movements almost as well as her own. The twitch the tension caused in her right arm telegraphed the strike better than a neon sign.
In one fluid motion Kim sidestepped the plasma-charged punch while at the same time grabbing her wrist. Remembering that this was the same arm she had just seen in a cast a few days prior, the heroine twisted and torqued, forcing Shego's arm behind her back. "Okay, now I just have to figure out how to subd- WTF, did she just purr?"
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"So, the Princess can play dirty." Shego grinned, using Kim's momentary lapse to slam an elbow into her ribs. Then a front flip to put some distance between the two, her stiletto heel just grazing Kim's chin. Gods this was going great! Her whole body was tingling, and she had given up on trying to hide that huge shit-eating grin on her face. Shego hadn't felt this great in years, a mix of fury and passion burning through her veins. With a hop and a skip, she was on Kim again, swinging and blocking in a fervent dance of black, white, green, and red, the only noise besides their grunts being the club's speakers.
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
There could not be a better song playing for how Shego was feeling tonight. This one made up for the past ten fights. As the two women clashed together, Shego could see the battle-rage all over the redhead's face.
"God I wanna kick your ass so hard." Kim hissed through clenched teeth, so low only Shego could hear it. Shego's only response was to wink before mouthing in perfect time with the music, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
Kim's cheeks flashed crimson at that, and an ill-advised kick towards Shego's knees. The experienced thief easily raised her leg to block, and then pressed the advantage. First she snapped her leg up and around, hooking the extended appendage. Then she stepped in, pushing Kim's entire body to the floor.
And then it happened.
Maybe it was the mojitos. Maybe it was the fact that she was hyped up beyond all belief. Or maybe it was the fact that she knew this was the one person she could do it do and get away with it. But for whatever reason, a compulsion overtook Shego. Before she knew it, she had a hand full of flaming red hair and her lips locked into the mouth of her younger archnemesis. There kiss was no little peck either; it was long, forceful and passionate, with obvious tongue. As she slowly pulled away, she kept Kim's bottom lip in her teeth and have our a playful tug. There was a devious glint in Shego's eye as she looked down at the shell shocked heroine. "Glad to see you finally decided to play, Princess."
