Hana couldn't believe it. Not only did Kim not freak out at her about coming home drunk, the redhead promised not to tell her parents about the situation. Despite her luck, Hana felt that she had interrupted something between Kim and Shego. The two women had barely said anything and wouldn't stop blushing at each other during breakfast.

Something must've happened last night, Hana thought. But they're not "glowing"... Oh, eww, why am I thinking about this sort of stuff. I should get out of here... and maybe head over to the house. I think Anne needs help with setting it up with Christmas decorations...

"Uh, Kim?" Hana looked over at the redhead who was still a million miles away - in actuality, she was sitting on the couch aimlessly flipping through a magazine. Shego was seated beside the redhead, her shoulders barely touching Kim's, and had taken up a sudden interest in the weather channel. "Kim?" Hana poked the redhead to get her attention.

"Hm?"

Again, that dazed look on Kim's face made Hana want to laugh. "When are you planning to head over to your house for the holiday?"

"Oh, not sure... still have a few things to fix with the paper, but it's looking like I'll be over on Christmas Eve..."

"I'm probably going to head over there tomorrow or the day after. I think I should help out your parents with decorations..." Hana noticed that Shego was trying hard not to eavesdrop - but really, the older woman was just sitting there and the conversation was within earshot.

"It's..." Kim looked over at the calendar on the coffee table. "Oh, it's a week until Christmas Eve? Time is flying way too quickly. Do you need help with packing or anything?"

"Nah, I'll just stuff everything into my suitcase and I'll be good. It'll take me maybe half an hour tops."

"Do you need a ride? I can drive you over," replied the redhead.

"Nah, you're busy." Hana shrugged. "I can get one from your dad, I'll just call him and head over to the space centre."

"Ok," replied Kim.

"I'm going to head out for a bit... get some fresh air... my head still sort of hurts, but I should be fine."

"Call or beep me if you're not," said Kim sternly. "And don't go to another party tonight... not when you're still feeling kind of sick."

"Yes, yes, I gotcha," said Hana as she grabbed her coat. "See ya later, Sheegz!"

Shego nodded and waved as Hana left the apartment. Grinning, she turned off the TV, tossed the remote onto the love seat, crawled on top of Kim and whispered, "So, where were we?"

In record time, they had made it to Kim's bedroom. By 'record', they took almost half an hour.

The two women had taken their time getting to the bedroom because, well, Kim was at a disadvantage. The weight of Shego's body had pinned her to the couch, so she had to wrestle her way out of Shego's grip. Of course, that being said, wrestling with one's girlfriend while trying to kiss the life out of them called for drastic measures and dirty tactics: tickling.

With the older woman falling onto the floor in a giggle fit, the redhead had pinned Shego to the ground and began kissing the older woman wherever her lips could reach. It was only when Shego stopped resisting that things became serious... Or, heated, as one would say.

Given that Kim was practically straddled on top of the older woman, she began tugging at Shego's t-shirt, a dark green v-neck that accentuated more than just her girlfriend's body, but also brought out the colour of her eyes. Not being one to give in so easily, Shego tried to sit up as Kim pushed her down. The floor, being uncomfortable as it was, creaked as the two struggled for control.

Laughing, Shego commented, "Careful now, Princess, we wouldn't want to break the floorboards."

"Didn't know you like it rough, Shego. I better up my game," responded the redhead as she tried again at pulling Shego's shirt off.

Honestly, Kim thought, I should just rip it off, but it's a nice shirt...

Taking advantage of Kim's sudden distraction, Shego sat all the way up, causing Kim to fall over to the side. She then pinned the redhead to the ground by straddling her.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Kimmie, you shouldn't have gotten lost in your own thoughts." Shego licked her lips - seductively, of course - before smothering the redhead with kisses.

Somehow, just somehow, for the redhead was a clever little minx, Shego felt two hands roam around the upper half of her body. A tiny moan escaped Shego's throat as the hands found their way to her breasts. Within seconds (maybe milliseconds), the bra was undone and a mischievous smile appeared on Kim's face.

Shego grinned. "My, my, you're sneaky."

"I'm just full of surprises, didn't you know?" winked the redhead. "Now, come on, there's no point wearing a bra if it's undone... Or a shirt, for that matter. Hell, who needs clothes?"

Laughing, Shego stood up and, in one fluid motion, she had lifted Kim from the floor.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Stop squirming, Kimmie, or you're going to smack your head into the doorframe," said Shego as she walked towards the bedroom.

Much to her surprise, Kim was tossed lightly onto the bed and Shego came at her again. This time, the older woman fiddled with Kim's shirt as her mouth began attacking the redhead's clavicle. Kim forcefully removed Shego's mouth on her collarbone and repositioned it to her own mouth. The kiss was bruising, to say the least, but both women realised how much each desired the other by how forceful had become.

How they managed to get the clothes off while in liplock was a mystery, but when they were in the nude, the touch of flesh brought out new energies in both women.

Shego had positioned herself on top of Kim, with one knee wedged between the redhead, as she explored every inch of Kim's body. As hands travelled lower and lower, Kim could feel her heart rate speed up and excitement raging through her veins. It was only when she yelled out in pleasure as Shego caressed her that she realised something.

It wasn't really about who was on top, or who was on the bottom: it became a battle of showing the other their worth emotionally, spiritually, and physically.

To some regard, the type of sex that people have can be considered casual: a common interest to release lustful desires, with no emotional cost. The other, fucking, is to physically feel the actions associated with the act by giving into the most carnal of desires, however violent one makes it to be.

Shego had the same revelation when the redhead surprised her by flipping her over on the bed - their positions reversed. Kim was gentle in her touch, but firm as her mouth travelled lower and lower. The older woman had tightly gripped the bed sheets as an explosion of senses filled her body. It was the first time, in a long time, that she felt the sensation of being loved. Oh, yes, she was quite certain Kim loved her.

As hands roamed and passions ignited, it became clear to both of them what they were doing. They were not 'just having sex for the sake of having sex', nor were they fucking for a good time, but were engaging in a sensual act that showed how much they loved each other. As mouths travelled, moans escaped, and pleasure rocked their cores, the two women had never felt so complete... so whole.

They say that actions speak louder than words. While neither woman could bring herself to say those three words, their fluid movements made it quite clear: they were making love.

Author's Notes: Happy Canada Day.

Sorry, readers, this was the best I could do... I can't write this sort of stuff at all - honestly, I just started laughing when editing because it's just so bad... And I'm still laughing after writing it because I can't make it any better.

In all honesty, I did not want to up the rating from T to M, so this'll have to do. Although, I'm not even sure whether it properly belongs in the T rating either since FFNet recently reinforced their stance on M-rated fics... Oh well?

Also, terribly sorry about this chapter. It sounds like a bad softcore porno or something. :S

Chapter title is from "The Future" and "The Villain" by Austra, and "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol.