A/N:
Because you brushed your fingers
Through my hair and muttered,
"Perfect."
Because you brushed your fingers
Against mine and they were
Warm.
What other way is there to
Love, if all is said, with the
subtle
Brush of your fingers?
Fingers fumbled with stubborn zippers in the dark as moist, swollen lips puffed out warm heavy breaths against each other. A hand grasped a firm backside and guides hips to meet with delightful friction.
A moan.
White, gleaming teeth found a vulnerable flushed neck to sink into while an amorous tongue soothed the offense. Finally, the insistent fingers have a breakthrough, triumphantly tugging down the cool metal zipper and diving into the undiscovered treasure that lay beneath. Pushing aside another flimsy barrier, the fingers were about to lay their rightful claim-
"Wait," was whispered by another set of lips. "Stop."
"What's wrong?" the owner of the denied fingers asked. Her lips marking moist kisses on a unsuspecting chin.
"Can we just kiss for now?"
Her answer was deep soul kiss and a removal of dejected fingers from their object of desire.
A passing car from the street illuminated the two bodies in the shadow. Shego was momentary able to marvel at Kim's visage, reddened cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
"I was right," she whispered again.
"About?" Kim asked as she breathed in the scent of Shego's hair, nuzzling the soft dark hair.
"Your blush," Shego replied, savoring Kim's attention.
Further conversation was forgotten when Kim threaded her fingers into Shego's hair to pull her into a longer, more focused connection of lips. They lied in the dark, holding each other close.
"Shego! What the fuck?" Mego ranted as he stood by the opened door.
"Leave me alone," Shego replied, discarding her outerwear and keys as she made her way through her home. A headache was forming and Mego's whining was not helping. She threw him her coat and a cold glare.
"I just think this is a bad idea," Mego replied, ignoring the frosty warning.
"Mego, not now," Hego said, pushing his bother aside.
"Shego," he said, softly. He pulled her to the couch and shooed the others away.
"Are you okay?" he asked his little sister.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Shego said, leaning her head against his broad shoulder. He pulled her into a tight hug and her tears soaked through his t-shirt.
"I'll tell you what you're doing," Hego said, his voice soft but firm.
Shego looked up at him with wet cheeks and it was like she was five again and just skinned her knee from falling off the slide too quickly.
"You're going to drink some hot cocoa moo made by yours truly," he said, "And we're gonna shoot zombies on your awesome flat screen tv."
That earned him a reluctant smirk and a half-hearted punch on the arm.
Sitting on the couch next to Mego was somewhat awkward as they glared at each other but Shego felt a little better. They all sat huddled together on Shego's couch. Sometimes, words aren't needed. Shego took comfort in the fact that boys understood this.
She definitely felt better after she made Mego cry when she kicked his ass and fed his face to the zombies.
"Dad, please! Just listen to me!"
"Enough! Get out!"
"Daddy, please. Dad, don't do this."
The slap on her face hurt but not as much as the look of hatred in her father's eyes.
"Get out," he whispered.
She picked herself up and walked out the front door.
Kim woke with dried tracks of moisture on her face. She rubbed her cheek where the wrinkled blankets left jagged red marks on her skin. She shuddered a little at the memory of her dream. It was a nightmare.
She looked at herself in the mirror, bleary eyed and face puffy from sleep. Turning on a faucet and splashing her face with some water, she looked again at the smooth reflective surface wondering if rejections ever felt less painful in time. Time was already showing it's passage on her face but somehow, the memory felt raw and ached like it was just carved into her yesterday.
She walked to her sons' room and took a deep breath and found a smile.
Riley was already standing up in his crib, his own chubby cheeks forming a near-toothless grin. He bounced a little when he saw his mother.
"Hi, baby," Kim said, picking him up and placing him on her hip. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"No," he giggled. He fussed a little, letting Kim know he wanted to be put down. His mother set him on the floor and held his hand.
"Let's wake up, Bailey," Kim said softly, noting that the other boy was still catching up on his sleep. He was lying on his stomach and was softly snoring in his sleep.
"Bailey," Kim rubbed his back gently. He startled a little, opening his eyes briefly to look at her without real focus before his face planted on his blankets and he started snoring again. It was a normal occurrence for him to sleep longer than his twin and Kim wasn't too worried, knowing the boy was probably hoarding all his energy for growing.
"What do you think? Let him sleep? He'll miss out on eggs," Kim asked her more energetic toddler.
"Eggs!" Riley jumped enthusiastically.
Kim gently picked up the sleeping boy, pressing him against her chest supporting his weight with one arm under his diaper-padded bum. He mumbled a little, buried his face in Kim's neck, and kept on sleeping. Kim chuckled and held out her hand for Riley which he grabbed with his little fist. She helped both of them use the potty and this morning's attempt was successful. After customary congratulations for keeping their diapers dry and using the toilet properly, she helped Riley brush his teeth while Bailey slept through his. It was a challenge to handle the twins but Kim was a master already. Riley sang a nonsense song and babbled as they walked down the hallway to the kitchen.
"Wake up, Bailey," Kim laughed. The boy she was feeding was falling back asleep in his high chair. His long eyelashes fluttered and a bit of milky drool slid down a corner of his mouth. He startled a little, blinking back quickly to alertness and remembered that he was chewing breakfast before slowly falling asleep again. Kim put down the fork and decided to let him catch some more Z's.
Riley on the other hand was still babbling in his little baby talk, excitedly making a mess of his breakfast. Kim made affirming noises here and there, pretending to understand his cute ramblings and he was pleased by her attentions. He had very important things to say.
The phone rang just after she wrangled up the boys to the living room with the intent of doing the dishes while they were distracted by cartoons. She felt a little bad for using the tv as a babysitter but knew she wouldn't get anything done if she did what she wanted and sat down to watch them play. She still needed to get them ready for daycare.
Riley was already happily banging his blocks together while Bailey woke up to flatten his face against a couch pillow. He was slowly working his way back to the land of the living. Rubbing his nose on the soft pillow, he looked back at his mother with excitement. "'Ego?" He and his brother perked up at the thought that Shego would be nearby to play. They found that they liked her a lot; Mommy smiled a lot more when she was around.
Kim had to laugh and rub his back affectionately. She sometimes wondered if he was part bloodhound. "No, baby. Shego's not here."
"Why do I hear my name?" a voice said with a teasing quality. Kim had picked up the phone just before Bailey asked his question.
"Oh, hi," Kim said, her smile widening, if at all possible. "It's nothing. I think Bailey caught a whiff of your perfume or something and thought you were here."
"That's kind of cute, in a weird way," Shego grinned, rolling her eyes. "Did he get that from you?" She sat down in her own couch and took a sip of her hot coffee, wondering what Kim and the twins were doing.
Kim bit her lip and laughed, "No way." She walked slowly to the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"Really?"
Kim shook her head, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure..?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice," the teacher replied. She looked out the window and squinted her eyes at the bright sun. Clouds moved lazily across the sky.
"Smooth," Kim teased as dishes clattered on the sink. "I bet you throw lines like that to every girl." She peered at the window to see the mailman drop off letters at a house across the street.
"I do," Shego replied unashamed. A beat. "This is one of the rare times I mean it, though."
Kim clutched the phone tightly in her fist, unable to respond. She exhaled a sigh, wondering if interactions with Shego would always leave her feeling like riding a merry-go-round after eating too much candy.
A/N: Well, Happy Father's day.
Still alive. I just haven't been surrounded by people or things that have inspired me to write lately. I was debating on whether or not to go on a more extended hiatus. However, if you're still out there reading this, I promise I'll finish this story first before I decide whether or not to stop writing entirely.
Thanks for reading.