Kim was on Shego as soon as she came through the window, hugging and kissing like there was no tomorrow. The green girl expected to fight against her initial instinct to try and remove the human limpet, only to find herself responding enthusiastically instead. The little minx kept provoking surprising (and occasionally, disturbing) behaviour in her.

"How's your chest?" the redhead eventually asked, sliding a hand down from Shego's throat and between her breasts. "Do I need to kiss anything better?"

"I'm fine," the villainess scoffed. "The only reason I'm not mad at you for that swing kick is because I saw your face the moment you realised you were gonna hit." Wait a minute, I woulda been mad?

"Sorry if it hurt."

"...Part of the job."

Kim hugged Shego, then teased, "Did you not see me coming or were you just too slow?"

"I lost track of you while I was dodging my own glow, thank you very much."

"Serves you right for the rapid fire barrage," the teenager admonished while pulling her by her hips to the bed. "Besides, you recovered well."

Shego shrugged between letting her belt drop to the floor and pulling off her gloves. "I took the opportunity to hit you where it hurts: your wardrobe."

"Yeah, the stains won't come out. You're evil."

"Mission accomplished, then. It's about time you changed your outfit anyway."

"Actually," the teen hero smugly informed the villainess, "Club Banana is still selling my mission outfit."

"Not if I burn it down, it isn't," Shego grumbled.

"Don't you dare." Kim smacked what she was currently fondling, which caused Shego to growl and bite her neck in appreciation. "Oh my god, did you like that?"

"What can I say? Sometimes I like it rough."

Kim responded by smacking it again, and was amazed by Shego's brief squeal - she actually squealed - in pleasure. "Okay, not doing that again," Kim whispered, "Not if you can't keep it down."

"Should I bring a ball gag, next?"

That statement, and the smirk on the green girl's lips as she said it, was enough for Kim to pull the woman down on top of her and make sure her mouth was too busy to say anything else for a good long while.

"Okay, so," Shego sighed as the young redhead settled in her arms, "I love you. We've established that, right?"

"Yeah..." Kim murmured sleepily.

"And after coming out and admitting as much, I'm bound to be less inclined to try and kill you, right?"

"I've been wondering about that, actually."

"I've been worrying about that."

The teenager's eyes opened. She found it hard to believe Shego worried about hurting her. "Really?"

"Hell, yeah. It's my job to smack you around, which I've enjoyed since pretty much the start. Choosing Drakken was for the money. Not killing you is for fun." Shego sighed as she tried to organize her thoughts. "So, I'm sitting behind the wheel of the cyber-robotic doom-vee version two, while the cousins Lipsky are arguing over who gets to blast you. I see you talking to your friends and your tech nerd, and I think, 'She's gonna come up with a plan while these two idiots argue.' A year ago, I would have snatched the control and blasted you ASAP."

Kim considered that. "Sooo you waited until I was ready?"

"No, I waited until I couldn't stand listening to those whining morons anymore. You just happened to be ready by then."

"Oh." Kim didn't sound too impressed by that. Apparently Shego was worried that being in love was interfering with her job...

"That's not even the point. The mood I was in by then, after having to put up with Drew's usual incompetence, Ed's sexist bullshit, and the whole family bonding thing... on one hand, I was wondering how you were going to save the day this time. On the other... a part of me was kinda hoping to crush you, once and for all."

Kim tried not to be unnerved by her lover's admission, but she couldn't help it. "That's just... you being you, isn't it?"

"Pretty much. If it's any consolation, the... nicer parts of me weren't too happy about it. I might've felt a glimmer of guilt, at some point, afterwards. Briefly."

"Well... as long as you don't let the worst part of you do something you'll regret-"

"Wasn't the worst part," Shego admitted before her good sense could stop her.

"Huh?"

The villainess winced, but she'd apparently decided to be completely open and honest with Kim. "If you play the hero, you gotta be prepared for the consequences if you fail. That's just the way it is. The worst part of me wants to destroy you. Hurt you. Ruin you. Watch you suffer."

Shego waited for that to sink in, but her lover didn't seem to have a response. "You don't have that in you," she chose to point out. "At least, not yet. Life hasn't tried to fuck you over, and if you're really, really lucky, it never will. Me, I learned to hate after the comet, and... I went through hell. Almost literally. It's not something you can come back from, unchanged."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Kim asked in a small voice.

"Maybe, someday."

They lay together in silence for a while as the redhead thought things over. Then she asked, "Do you enjoy... do you get off on hurting me?"

"Huh?" the green girl deadpanned, distracted by her memories.

"Well, this started with the fighting. And you want to... do my ass." Kim wriggled it against Shego's hips a moment. "Maybe you're into hurting me. Whichever way. Maybe I like hurting you back. Maybe I like it when you hurt me, and that's why I wonder what it would be like to let you... have your way."

The villainess shook her head gently. "That's just healthy curiosity, Kimmie. Now you're having sex, you wonder what everything feels like, what your limits are." She could't repress the smirk or question that came with it. "Ready to bang your mom, yet?"

"Stop trying to corrupt me, pervert."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"...No, I'm not, and never will be. But..." Kim paused, then rolled over so she could see Shego's face. "I've imagined... sharing you. With her."

The green girl's smirk grew to a naughty smile as she looked down at the blushing face between her breasts. "Hmm, two redheads to take turns kissing, a mouth for each breast... one's tongue in my mouth while the other's busy elsewhere... but which goes where?" She tried not to laugh out loud as the redhead hid her face, her forehead pressed against Shego's breastbone. "Do you really think you could share me?"

The head between her breasts nodded.

"Let her watch us?"

Another nod.

"Watch me with her?"

"Yes," came the muffled reply before Kim looked back up. "Not very monogomous, is it?"

Shego snorted. "Doesn't have to be. You love both of us, just differently." Then she smiled again, this time with genuine affection. "It's nice to know you consider yourself capable of doing that for me."

"Hmph," was all the teenager responded with before laying her head back upon the natural pillows.

After a few minutes they were both falling asleep, but Shego remembered something she'd wanted to ask. "Hey. Why'd you let me get away?"

"Mm? Oh... a moment of weakness. Seeing you all rumpled with a look of shock on your face... it reminded me of... well." Kim giggled and snuggled simultaniously. "What is it with men and cars, anyway?"

"A car is a shiny toy and a penis metaphor. What's not for them to like."

"Ew. Glad I destroyed it, then."

"Me too, frankly. Even the seatbelts were... inconsistent. And I'm letting Drakken rot in jail a little longer than usual this time, as payback for having to put up with Ed."

"What if they lock them up together? I mean, they're family. Would Drakken leave him behind?"

"He'll have to pay me a serious bonus not to, with a garuntee that mullet-head is gone as soon as we're free and clear."

"I'd expect nothing less," Kim mumbled before drifting off.

Shego briefly wondered how long this could last before she followed suit.