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Bubbles and Balloons,
WhiteWorms

Chapter 2

"Hey KP, you in there?"

The sudden wave of hand flashing past her vision jolted Kim out of her stupor. She found herself standing before her open locker once again in the middle of Middleton High's hallway, now sparsely crowded as the in-between class break reached its last minute. She turned her head to the side to find Ron giving her a peculiar look which was uncannily mirrored by his pet mole rat sitting on his shoulder.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Kim quickly slammed her locker shut with enough force to rattle the lights above their heads.

"Uhh... Hi Ron. What's up?" She said with her back securely pressed onto her locker, her voice jumping like a trampoline inside a storm-caught ship.

The odd look continued. "Um, nothing? Except I just called you out like five times and all you did was give this weird stare at your locker?"

"Oh, was I? I didn't even notice." Kim had the believability of a fish pretending to be a camel.

"Uh-huh." Ron deadpanned. "You know, you've been doing that a lot lately. Is there something going on that I should know about?"

"What? No, of course not! Why would you think that?"

"You know you can tell me. It's what boyfriends do you know." Ron's brow scrunched for a second. "Or so I'm told."

"I'm telling you it nothing!" Kim's voice was a bit harsher than she intended to, and she quickly corrected herself with a big smile. "I mean, nothing's bothering me, Ron. There's not a thing about me that you need to worry about." She pointed at her imaginary watch. "Oh would you look at the time! Better get to class before Mr Barkin gives us another detention."

Ron scrunched his brows, thoroughly dissatisfied and more than a bit confused. But nevertheless he decided to let things go for now. His girlfriend's words rang true: It was almost time for class and Mr Barkin was going to give him another detention if he was late again. As much as he was… fond of the hulking gorilla of a teacher, Ron was not going to risk extending his already week-long detention to a fortnight.

The blonde boy set off to class, his pace twice as faster than usual. However, not five steps later, he turned to find Kim not an inch away from where he had last seen her: in front of her locker.

"Aren't you coming Kim?" He asked, and Kim, for some reason, looked absolutely shocked as though she didn't think anyone would ever ask her such question.

"I uh... think I forgot my biology book in my locker?" Kim queried at no-one, then suddenly smiled so brightly one could literally see a light bulb turning on above her head. "Oh that's good! I mean, uhh… Yeah! That's right, I forgot my biology book in my locker. You better go ahead Ron, I'll be right behind you."

Ron raised a brow and eyed the biology book that was held against Kim's chest like a neon sign. He really didn't know what to think of the situation. Needless to say, he was perplexed.

He shrugged despite though, unwilling to get himself in another brooding session with Mr Barkin after school. He was the weird one usually but if Kim wanted to play the bizarre role for the day he would gladly hand over the baton to her.

With a last wave of goodbye Ron hastily made his way to class, this time not bothering to look back at his girlfriend even once.

Once the blonde boy was out of her sight Kim counted to three, five, then ten. And when it was clear that he would not be back anytime soon, she let out a long, tired sigh of relief.

She quickly turned around, and with a swift flick of her wrist spun her lock's combination and opened her locker. Inside, a large desktop computer hogged most of the space like a fat person residing inside a small elevator. Sheets and books stuck here and there in between what small gaps there were left. Sticking her biology book in one of these gaps, Kim looked away from the inner chambers of her cabinet and turned, instead, to the thin metal door enclosing it. There she set her eyes upon Shego's old mug shot.

Kim took a moment to cautiously scan her surroundings, lowering her head and turning in all directions with eyes wider than an owl for any possible signs of intrusion. Next, reaching out, slender fingers slithered behind the faded photo and, after a moment of shifting about, produced another photograph, this one a bit smaller and less tattered than the one it was hidden behind.

Kim gave another quick survey of the hall way, making sure she was truly alone, and only when she was certain she was safe, she gazed down at the picture in her hand.

In it, a dishevelled Shego, her hair clinging messily on to her sweat ridden face, and her jumpsuit zipped haphazardly down to reveal her ample cleavage, was lying down on a soft-green bed, sending a sultry smirk at the camera. With hooded eyes the villainess had one hand reaching behind the frame, obviously pointing the camera to herself, while the other rested on top of her taut belly, fingers spread and pointing downwards to insinuate its eventual migration further down. At the corner of the photo was a deep black kiss mark, and an eloquent cursive writing underneath inscribed, "Call me".

Kim couldn't help but flush at the sight. Every time she laid her eyes on the picture, her blood boiled with rage.

It was from a night Kim remembered very well as it was one of those rare missions when she believed she might be able to catch Shego before she could deliver whatever she stole to Drakken.

It had been the perfect opportunity too. The building's gates were sealed, police surrounded the immediate area of the building and a SWAT team were moving their way inside. Nine storeys up, inside a darken room lit only by the moonlight, Kim had had used her whole body to put Shego in a deadlock, the villainess pressed up against the wall. Her arms were held firmly under Kim's grip, and her legs were rendered useless by Kim's own. Ron, though helpful in his own way, was not around to bumble things up for once, and left the fighting duo to be the only one in the room. There were no distractions this time, no henchmen to thwart the teen, no way out.

Shego must have been worn out by then, having fought the redheaded teen for nearly a half an hour. She struggled against her captor only for a few moment before she gave up with an exasperated sigh.

It was the perfect setting.

Kim dared to smirk at that moment, thinking she had won.

But, as she had soon found out, Shego had another trick up her sleeves.

And though she'd beg to differ, it was a trick Kim would never have seen coming.

Not in a million years.

"Seriously Princess? You're just gonna keep me restrained until the pigs come?" Shego snarked angrily under her restraints, snarling at the teen with bared teeth. "Where's the fun in that? We should be fighting each other until one of us pass out."

"Not this time Shego," Kim replied confidently, tightening her hold on her nemesis, "I think we both know who the winner is this round."

Shego scoffed. "Oh come on, Pumpkin. You know I'm still game for another round. Don't tell me you're tired already? You're the spunky teen here. You should be bouncing with energy." She coerced with a challenging smirk. Kim, however, was unfazed.

"Oh please Shego, don't be a sore loser. You're starting to sound like Drakken."

That little remark rewarded Kim with a low growl which the redhead countered with an undeniably snooty grin. It was a low blow, she knew, but it was a chance too delectable to resist.

Shego rolled her eyes at Kim's expression.

"Alright fine. Whatever, be boring then."

And boring they were. For the next minute or two the duo stayed in their awkward position: Shego with her back to the wall with Kim holding her in check, neither of them moving a muscle. It was slightly uncomfortable, Kim had to admit, being in such close proximity with her enemy, but she took solace in the fact that she could visibly see Shego get more and more irritated at her situation every passing second.

When the third minute mark was reached Shego groaned again, loudly enough to hear her voice echo in the large room. "Ugh, where the hell are those idiots? Shouldn't they be here arresting me or something by now?"

"Well we are on the ninth floor, and they don't exactly know where we are so they're probably looking for us by searching floor by floor. Given how big this building is, I think it's gonna be a while until anyone finds us." Kim guessed.

"That's fucking stupid. Why aren't you calling that nerdlinger of yours to tell them where we are?"

"And risk letting you get away? Not gonna happen."

"But we'll be here like this forever!"

"Well you better get comfortable then, because I'm not going anywhere," quipped Kim.

Shego snorted, but eventually sagged into her restrains. "Fine, whatever." She said with a sigh. "If this is how it's going to be, then I'll just have to entertain myself until then."

"Entertain yourself?" Kim blinked at the statement. "What are you planning, Shego?" She bit out, pressing Shego harder into the wall for a good measure.

"Oh nothing." Shego said coolly as she grinned with hooded eyes. "Just… passing time, if you know what I mean."

She gave Kim a teasing wink.

Before Kim could get a word in Shego sighed deeply, sagging her shoulders and lolling her head to the side as she let Kim's hold on her support most of her weight. There she took a hushed breath, closed her eyes and began… uhh… she began…

…

Huh…

Kim had no idea what she was doing, actually.

Shego wasn't doing… anything. She wasn't using any force, her arms were relaxed within Kim's grip. Her body was standing casually, almost sitting down on Kim's right leg which the teen used to immobilize her with. There wasn't any malicious intent from her. No wondering limbs that wanted to undermine the redheaded teen without her knowledge. Shego was just sort of… shifting about in place, rocking back and forth almost in a silent rhythm. If Shego was trying to escape from her captor, she was doing a poor job of it. In fact, she looked as though she'd forgotten Kim was there at all. What on earth was she up-

Suddenly, Shego let out a throaty moan that made Kim jump.

It was followed by a series of smaller, faster paced moans that echoed in the moonlit room. Her rocking tempo increased, her body moving back and forth more vigorously, almost as though she was ridin-

Kim blinked.

She looked to Shego's face whose emerald iris had half-rolled up behind hooded eyes, mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

Kim then looked down to find her right knee placed right between Shego's legs, on which the green woman continued to move up and down, rubbing roughly on her… her…

Oh.

OH.

Kim's jaw dropped like a sack of concrete.

She sputtered incoherently for several moments, her face now so flushed one could boil tea atop of her head.

"Shego!" She shouted in a whisper, hurriedly surveying their surrounding as though she was afraid they were being listened on. "What in the world are you doing!?"

"I'm passing time, Princess." Shego paused to sigh pleasurably. "Just –oh- entertaining myself."

"But-But you're…! You're…!"

"Oh, come on Pumpkin. Don't tell me you've never done this, before?" Shego said between ragged breaths. "Besides, you're the one who made me like this."

Kim stared at the villainess with bulging eyes. "How the heck did I make you like this!?"

Shego took several moments before she spoke again, several moments which Kim, to her horror, felt a warm wet patch growing on her pants where Shego was sitting on.

"You're legs." Shego panted. "Pushed me against the wall. Kept pressing. Kneeding." A sigh. "Trousers. Rough. Felt it through my suit. Feels." Shego held her breath as she pressed down onto Kim's thigh and slowly, painfully slowly, ran herself across the teen's clothes. "Soooo gooood."

Kim sputtered some more, her brain officially having been short-circuited.

"If t-th-this is you trying to distract me while you plan your e-e-e-escape, f-forget abo-out it! I-It's n-n-not gonna-"

"Oh shut up Kimmie." Shego growled with closed eyes. "I don't care about that right now."

Kim would have stumbled was she not so frozen up in... whatever this was. She could hardly think. Her mind was all fuzzy as if her brain was replaced by a ball of cotton. Her face was warm, her palms sweaty, her knees buckled as they tried to maintain their position, but this seemed to encourage the villainess even more.

Shego's breath hitched and let out a shuddering sigh.

"Oh yeah, Princess. Is this how you like it?" She purred.

Kim looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

"What?"

"Yeah. More. Harder Kimmie. You love this, don't you?"

"Wha-Stop that! You know I don't!"

"Oh, Kimmie. What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing!"

Shego moaned again, long and low. She wasn't listening to a word Kim was saying.

Kim never felt so conflicted in her life. She wanted to look away, turn on her heels and run until she was as far away from Shego as humanly possible. She wanted to go home, snuggle in her bed, and pretend that she never found out Shego was up to no good that night.

But that's what Shego wanted her to do, wasn't it?

Kim knew she had to stay, stay and guard her prisoner until she was taken into custody. She couldn't afford to look away, lest it gave Shego opportunity to give her the slip. She had to stay put, even if it meant that she had to be Shego's -Oh god, she couldn't believe she was saying this- Shego's equivalent of a vibrator for the day.

"Ooooh yeees."

Oh, Jesus Christ.

But, it couldn't be so bad, right? All she had to do was stay put, and keep an eye on Shego. Just watch her 'get off', watch her sweat, heave and moan? Surely it wouldn't take that long. All she had to do was wait until Shego reached her… peak. How long would that really take? Ten? Fifteen minutes? Easy.

Besides, it's not like Kim wanted to watch her.

It was her duty.

She just… had to.

And so she did.

For the next whole damn hour.

Two hours later, Kim somehow found herself waking up on the floor, with a police officer asking her if she was alright.

Turns out Shego knocked her out with a head-butt during their little 'session.'

Morbidly enough, Kim had no idea when or how that even happened. Her memories were a little fuzzy, and she kind of wanted to keep it that way.

And so she was left there, on the floor, paramedics looking over the swelling bump on her forehead while she did her best to convince everyone that the substance soaking her pants' leg was water.(Kim would later go on to burn that particular trouser in her backyard the moment she went home.)

It was the single most mortifying mission Kim had ever been on, and even now Kim often knocked her forehead against the wall to rid the images from her mind.

Of course it didn't help that next morning at school, Kim found the photograph she was currently staring at inside her locker slapped above Shego's mugshot. She was just lucky she was able to slam her locker shut before Ron or Monique got a proper look at the thing.

Needless to say, Kim felt like smacking a certain green villainess in the ass.

FACE, I mean! Smack her in the FACE!

"Aarg! Stupid Shego! I hate you!" A blushing Kim shouted at the photograph.

Shego in the picture smirked back at her like always, making Kim sigh at her own stupidity of yelling at what was really just a piece of paper.

She looked down at the picture with a frustrated pout.

Kim knew there was something wrong with her, she was certain of it. Why else would she lie to her boyfriend to gaze at a photo of Shego of all people? And right after spending the entire 10 minutes in between class break doing exactly that as well.

A curse! The little irrational part of her mind screamed, and for once Kim was inclined to believe it.

She just can't seemed to stop thinking about her, can't stop looking at this damn picture she got. What was she doing looking at Shego's photos anyway? It just made her angrier. It made her remember that night, giving her flashes of mental images that she wanted to forget. So why was she doing it?

Ugh, Kim blamed it all on the green villainess. She was the one who was constantly plaguing her mind even when she didn't want her to. How infuriating does a woman have to be that she could heckle her without even being there? It's been two weeks since that night. Two weeks already and she was still hung up on what had happened.

The whole thing was getting rather silly.

Maybe seeing her again will fix whatever this was. Just meeting up in an ordinary mission, have a little bout, a banter here and there, thwart Drakken's plan and come back home. Just a normal mission that will put a little normalcy back in her life.

No weird touching. No inappropriate actions. No lewd comments.

No shuddering sighs. No lustful moaning. No heaving, supple breasts. No longing, soulful eyes gazing into her as hot, drenched womanhood rub up and down her-"AAAAHHH!"

Kim smashed her face into the neighbouring locker. Hard. Effectively stopping both her train of thought and her embarrassingly loud screaming.

*Beep-beep-be-beep.

She flipped out her Kimmunicator.

"WHAT!?"

"Whoa! Looks like someone's not having a very good day." Wade visibly jumped out of his seat, almost dropping his soda in the process.

Kim sighed. "Sorry Wade, not in the best mood right now." She apologised.

"I'll say. You look like you have a fever or something as well. Do you think you're up for a mission right now?"

"Fever? I don't have a fe-" Kim stopped as she realised how hot her face felt right then. Her face must be redder than her own hair. Face planting full force into a plate of metal tend to do that to people. "Nevermind. I'm okay Wade. A mission would actually be great right now." It would get my mind off of Shego for once.

"Are you sure?" Wade asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Kim gave a small smile. "Come on, what's the sitch, Wade?"

"Well, I guess if you're okay with it," Wade shrugged as he began typing away at his keyboard. "Two days ago a military outpost stationed near the pacific borders was sending reports saying that the local wild animals were decreasing in numbers."

"Decreasing in numbers?"

"Yeah, bit by bit. They're just vanishing for some reason. So in response, they were ordered to patrol the forest area to investigate the cause, and yesterday they sent in this." With a final tap of key, a picture replaced the tech boy's image.

In it was a woman sauntering into the wild, her back turned towards the camera. Most of her features were shrouded into obscurity amongst the thick bushes of the forest, but nonetheless Kim recognised the long black locks and the black and green jumpsuit in a single glance. Plus, there was only one person in the world Kim knew that had a pale green skin tone.

Kim would have groaned at the sight of the green woman, realising this mission was not going to distract her from the crude images in her mind, had she not been so thrown by the woman's appearance.

"What the… Is that…?" She started with wide eyes.

"Shego? It sure is." Wade's voice came through.

"I know, but…" Kim stuttered, "But that can't be her, Wade. I mean, just look at her."

Wade, looking at the photo from his side, knew what the redhead was talking about.

The Shego they knew was always kempt, never a hair out of place even after a full bout of fighting. But this Shego was plain filthy. Her hair was a clunky mess of greasy black that appeared more like dried up tree vines than hair. And the usually flawless jumpsuit were in tatters, torn and grimy with bare-skin showing through the tears.

A homeless man drunk off his ass would have looked more refined than Shego.

And that was an analogy he didn't think anyone would ever use. Shego probably would rather kill herself than to look like this in public.

"I know, but I ran the photo under my identification program three times Kim. It's her." Wade said making his image come back on screen. "Looks like Shego's gone Jungle Jane on us."

The little joke had little to no effect on the teen as she continued to space out with a deep scowl marring her face.

"Did the people who took this photo chase after her?" Kim asked and the boy shook his head in response.

"No. They didn't even realise she was in the picture until they returned to the outpost to study them."

Kim nodded, though slightly annoyed at the scouts for being so careless in their search. "Has there been any sighting of Drakken then?"

"Not yet." Wade shook his head again. "Do you think he's up to something?"

"I don't know. But Shego looking like that…" Kim bit her lips as she thought about the villainess' dishevelled look. "I just don't understand. She was fine when I saw her just two weeks ago." The image of the woman writhing before her clawed at her mind, and Kim instantly supressed it with a scowl.

"I can't pinpoint his location right now, but I think this is a good lead to start with." Wade suggested. "You know if Shego is seen around-"

"-then Drakken can't be far behind." Kim finished, then looked to the tech genius with a determined gleam. "Wade, can you get me a ride to this outpost?"

Wade gave a knowing smile. "It's already on its way, Kim."

"Thanks Wade. You rock." Kim giggled when she said that. "Do you ever get tired of that?"

"Being reminded of how awesome I am? I don't think I ever will."

With that the Kimmunicator fizzed out, leaving Kim to slam her locker shut and move her way to class where she would pick up Ron. On her way the smile on her face slowly faded to give way to what Kim begrudgingly admitted was worry for her nemesis. There was a nagging sensation tugging on the back her neck, and Kim hoped fervently that it was simply from her unrefined strike at her neighbour's locker and nothing more.

A/N: Okay, I'll be honest, I don't actually like how this chapter turned out. The ending was written in a rush and my inner perfectionist was telling me I need to edit this out for another week, perhaps even scrap and rewrite the whole thing entirely. I listened to that voice before, and I ended up not finishing a single chapter of a story for three months. So this time I said to it 'Screw off you stinkin tart.' and released this chapter anyway.

So the question is: Which one of us was right? Me or my inner voice?

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