~o0o~
Shego flew her invisible hovercraft over Faux's tavern then down until she was hovering just above the roof. She flicked a few switches to leave the craft where it was, grabbed a nicely wrapped present and two bottles of alcohol, then jumped out and onto the rooftop. Hidden by the darkness, she surveyed the area below, noting the full to bursting carpark and the bustling activity within.
"Kim, it's okay!" Faux cried out, her disembodied voice echoing from an open window.
Um… what!? Shego thought, looking down from her vantage point as the door to Faux's apartment flew open. Kimmie's meant to be in Africa, not here. I made sure of it!
"It was just a kiss!" Faux called out.
WHAT? Shego thought.
She dropped to a crouch and stared wordlessly as Kim ran into view and leaped over the first floor railing. Kim landed with a roll then sprinted across the carpark as a hovercraft popped into view, and in a few strides she jumped up and onboard and then flew away without looking back.
What da fuq!?
She was shocked at the state of Kim, the girl's face flushed a bright red and her clothes disheveled. She did not need to be a detective to work out what had been going on.
"Damn! I screwed up!" Faux said, her worried voice floating up to Shego.
Shego glanced over the edge, seeing Faux's frown, makeup, and sexy outfit. She chewed on her lip at all the unexpected emotions swirling within, jealousy rising to the top. It bubbled and fizzed behind her eyes, and she barely noticed the breeze ruffling her dress.
"I'm so missing something!" Faux muttered.
Shego moved back out of sight, listening as Faux closed her door and headed downstairs, talking to herself the whole way.
Dammit! I have no right to feel this way! Shego thought, unaccustomed to the possessive emotions churning away within. Her heart, her soul, had been ripped asunder on Rachel's death, and it had become who she was. Dead inside. Then Kim had come along, and against all expectations woken something up.
I let her go! She shook her head. No, I said it was for the best, then ran away! She dragged her hands down her face. You were meant to find a guy, Kimmie. Not chase me around the world!
She mentally kicked herself, which achieved nothing.
Why me, Princess?
Minutes passed and she had still not moved. Refusing to leave her perch until she had calmed herself down. She had honestly expected Kim to move on from their one night together. That it had all been a byproduct of DNAmy's machine. However, that had proven to be wishful thinking on her part. Kim had immediately started popping up wherever she was doing business, hunting her. It was frustrating and annoying, yet also endearing. Rachel had pursued her, and now so was Kim. And while she refused to acknowledge it, Kim's unwavering devotion was fanning the embers of her long, dead heart.
She breathed in deeply and let it out, then stood up.
Ohh, Kimmie, that's what ya get for entering the lion's den.
She chuckled softly to herself, the nugget of jealousy finally set free. It was Faux, and she knew her. Holding her in almost as high regard as Kim. Faux had lied to the police for her, stood up to Global Justice for her, and willingly kept her secrets. If anyone had a right to be frisky with Kim, it was Faux.
Besides, she's just in it for the fun. Nothing serious.
She sighed in fond remembrance at Kim's sexy curves and the way she had moved. Then there was Faux, and while a little older, she was strikingly similar to Kim. Couple that with the racy, figure hugging outfit she was wearing, and it all combined to raise Shego's blood pressure.
Heh, I've actually fought Kimmie while she was wearing her cheerleader uniform. It was our first time…
It was over five years ago now, yet she remembered it like it was only yesterday. How an unknown teenager had dared to challenge her. While the fight ended up being more of a chase than a battle, she had secretly loved it. Henchmen, guards, and goons never lasted long against her, yet Kim had.
She was already so talented.
Lost in her memories, they morphed into an erotic fantasy of Kim and Faux together in the apartment below. Kim, so cute, innocent, and blushing. Faux, a sexy hunter, pursuing her around the room. Pinning her to the couch.
They'd be like twins, making out. While I watch!
She bit her lip.
Not that I've ever had a threesome… She tilted her head. Maybe I could suggest to Kimmie that we– Gah! Mind outta the gutter! I've got things to do.
She rose to her feet, and with a few deft moves slipped into Faux's empty apartment through an open window.
~o0o~
Shego stood in front of the tavern's main entrance, a hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side as she surveyed the big changes.
Some money and a little time away, and this is what I come back to.
A fresh, new, neon sign illuminated the area and roadway beyond, proclaiming: A Possible Tavern. A large banner underneath announced its grand re-reopening. The roadhouse had almost doubled in size since Shego had last seen it, yet it still maintained its laid back frontier appearance; its structure all wood and natural materials. It now sported two outdoor eating areas, both well-lit and filled with noisy patrons. A wide, covered veranda travelled the length of the building, festooned in cheery lights. Every section was crowded, and for a Saturday night along this stretch of the interstate that was quite remarkable.
Faux is quite the savvy business woman.
She rolled her shoulders and walked up the wide, wooden stairs and onto the veranda, the warm light through the double doors beckoning her in. A large notice board by the entrance announced upcoming attractions and of course tonight's KiGo festivities. She did not need to read it, she knew exactly what night it was. She glanced left and right, making sure that no one paying her any attention, then reached for the handle.
"Gangway! Comin' through!" a voice yelled from inside, followed by the doors slamming open.
What the–! Shego silently exclaimed as an incredibly cute girl, dressed and done up as her, tromped out and down the stairs while dragging two other girls, also done up as her, by their hair.
"As I told y'all, take ya disagreements ta outside!" the girl growled, her southern accent quite distinct. She effortlessly tossed her two larger captives to the ground and dusted off her hands.
Mmm! Shego hummed, admiring the view.
The unknown girl's outfit consisted of a shiny latex top with long sleeves in a harlequin styled, green and black motif. It barely covered her well-endowed chest, leaving her tight abs and waist fully exposed. A pair of skimpy, matching hot pants sat low on her hips, while a pair of knee high boots completed the outfit. She was like a sexy domme as she stood over the two women.
Shego found herself staring, especially at the girl's bare midriff.
"Now, cool it, before I do somethin' you'll regret!" the girl said, hands on her hips.
One of the women got to her feet and swung a wild haymaker at the girl, who effortlessly blocked and pushed the woman back to the pavement.
No Carl tonight? Shego thought. Leave it to Faux to hire herself a sexy bouncer. She rolled her eyes. Why am I not surprised?
She gave one last wistful look at the girl's sexy abs and walked inside, feeling no urge to intervene in the looming brawl. It was mainly apathy, but also trust in who Faux hired. She knew that size did not matter when it came to fights. That was a man's mentality, thinking that muscles won the day. She had a foot and an inhumanly strong kick, and had explained it very swiftly and painfully to all the steroid crunching men who thought they knew better.
And then there's Kimmie.
She stepped to the side as the doors closed behind her, and swept her gaze across the brightly lit interior. She took in the new decor, design, and layout, while also subconsciously memorizing windows, doors, exits, and patrons. Some habits too ingrained to break. As much as the tavern had changed, it was also pretty much how she remembered it. A large bar dominated the back, and scattered around the room were rustic tables and chairs. Dining booths hugged the walls and here and there were large flat screen televisions showing off various sporting events. Interspaced throughout were now memorabilia from Kim's many heroic exploits, plus pictures and news clippings from Kim's life.
Shego nodded in approval, her foot tapping in time to the music from an old fashioned jukebox over behind some pool tables.
Exits where they should be. Bar in the back. And steak, thataway!
She smiled and weaved her way through the crowd, off to get a drink.
~o~
Move! Outta tha way! Shego thought, fuming as she came to a stop before reaching the bar.
At any other time she would have forced her way through the crowd, flames and all. But not tonight. She planned to spend her evening in peace, and any scene would only raise the chances that she was recognized. Crossing her arms, she patiently waited while ignoring all the appreciative glances thrown her way. In her very un-Shego like dress and her hair in a ponytail, she was pretty much incognito. Just another pretty face in a sea of KiGo worshippers.
Don't you dare–! she thought as a woman pushed in front of her, accidentally standing on her foot. She found herself counting to ten, trying oh-so-hard not to lose her temper and smack the woman.
Being good had never been so hard.
Finally! she thought, reaching the bar.
She leaned against the counter with her patience all but gone, and spotting Rob, she arched forwards and grabbed him by the arm.
"What–!?" Rob started to say, stopping when he saw who it was.
"It's Megan!" Shego said, her frown emphasizing the fake name.
"Hi… Megan," he said, nodding in understanding. "Long time no see."
"Yeah, it has been. Scotch, a bottle of the good stuff."
"Let me just handle this," he held up four bottles of beer, "and then it's all yours."
"You've got thirty seconds!" she threatened, though it was said with a smile. She looked around while waiting, spotting a few familiar faces amongst the crowd, specifically Clara, Myka, and Claudia all working hard.
"Does she know you're here?" Rob asked as he placed a bottle of scotch and two empty glasses in front of her.
"Not yet." But I'm sure it won't take her long. She has an uncanny sense about these things.
Rob sighed as multiple customers clamored for his attention, and with an apologetic smile moved away.
She grabbed the bottle and the drinking glasses, and as luck would have it managed to snag a corner booth to sit in. A raised hand and dinner was ordered, so she sat back and let festive atmosphere envelop her. There was the clinking of glasses, upbeat music, and pool cues hitting balls, and over it all was were happy conversations of people relaxing and enjoying themselves,
I haven't socialized in ages. Not since Kimmie…
She half-closed her eyes and tried to relax, as even here she was not fully trusting. There were only a few places in the world where she could totally let her guard down, her island hideaway being at the top of the list. Kim's parents' home came in second, but that was only because of Kim and not the house itself.
She sighed as the raucous crowd got even louder, the irony of the moment not lost on her.
Here I am, alone in a tavern full of women celebrating Kimmie's and my life. She huffed. Screw this, party time!
She poured a smidgen of scotch into her glass, then opened one of the two unlabeled bottles she had brought with her. The liquid that sloshed out was clear and odorless, belying its powerful nature. She clinked the open bottle in celebration, and sculled.
Hoo-boy! she thought as the potent mix of fine scotch and Mr. Possible's home brew burned it's way down her throat to warm her stomach. The homemade spirits was pretty close to rocket fuel. And considering who made it, there was a good chance it might be.
This stuff is disgusting. I love it! Best - idea - ever!
"More," she muttered, slamming the glass back down on the table. She downed a second drink, and then a third in quick succession; pouring herself a fourth. So I like Kimmie, and can't be with her, she thought, sipping her drink. I'm sure I'll get over it, one day. She took another sip. Redhead's, she thought, sculling her drink, can't live with 'em, can't forget about 'em!
The next drink she just nursed, eyes mostly closed. Because of her comet-powered constitution it normally took her multiple bottles of alcohol to get her this buzzed, not a few glasses worth. It was proving devastatingly effective, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
"Happy KiGo night," she murmured to herself.
She opened her eyes when the lights dimmed and noticed that the tavern's clientele had become entirely Kim and Shego supporters. Grabbing the scotch for another refill, the heavenly smell of food wafted past her nose, more precisely steak, followed by a vaguely familiar waitress placing a large plate on the table in front of her.
"Thanks," Shego muttered, blinking to focus her inebriated gaze.
"You're welcome," the waitress replied, giving her a friendly smile.
Shego was in heaven with her first bite, and she tucked in with gusto. She had almost finished her meal when a sixth sense made her look up, and there was Faux with her back to her. The woman's outfit was even sexier up close, and Shego openly admired her curves and the tone of her legs. Her intense gaze must have been felt as Faux turned on the spot, their eyes meeting.
The happy, wonderful, welcoming smile from Faux warmed her heart. It was not as good as Kim's, but it was a close second.
She raised a finger to her lips before Faux could say or do anything, the gesture getting her point across. Faux was at her booth in seconds, the woman's tight top doing wonders for her imagination. She blinked at the familiar, heady scent; it was Kim's bodywash and shampoo, and it made her heart beat faster.
"Beauty, you came!" Faux said breathlessly, her skin covered in a light sheen of perspiration from dancing.
"Not yet, but the night is young," Shego replied. Then her not-so-innocent words struck home. Yeesh! Rachel was right, I am a flirty drunk.
"Ohh… do tell?" Faux mischievously inquired as she sat down. So close.
Uh-oh!
Shego tried to ignore the amount of skin on display and the glorious display of cleavage. It was impossible. She saw a hunger in those vibrant eyes, and understood how Kim had succumbed. A hand rested on her thigh as Faux moved in, and she knew that wearing the dress was a mistake. Too much was exposed, too much available. Boundaries needed to be set, fast. Or tables turned. And for her, the best defense was a good offense.
It was a spur of the moment decision, the alcohol, loneliness, seeing Kim, and the familiar scent all driving her on.
She cupped Faux's cheek, enjoying the woman's breathy exclamation of surprise. The intimate, physical touch sent a shock along her arm, her attention drawn to those lips. And as she leaned in close, her eyes fluttering shut, she curled her hands in red hair and kissed Faux. Kissed the life out of her. Lips so unbelievably soft and wanting opened for her, a long forgotten heat suffusing her belly, and lower. She relished feelings, while somewhere in the background there was a long, deep moan from Faux. Swirling her tongue around, she pulled away just as Faux got involved.
Geez! Not just a flirty drunk, a slutty one too!
She sat back, a lovely shade of green dotting her cheeks. She could hardly deny how good it had felt, and knew it would be hard to forget with the alcohol coursing through her veins.
Damn, she feels good. No! Down, girl! No sex! Her imagination and thoughts, however, had other ideas. It'd be fun. A quick tumble. You know you want too!
Shut up!
Luckily, Faux was not Kim, or they would be heading upstairs right now. Opening her eyes, she found Faux frozen in place, a look of bliss on her face.
"Th-That– That was–" Faux struggled to say.
"A little something extra for your special night, so don't get any ideas!" She turned back to her meal as if nothing had happened and stabbed the last piece of steak on her plate. Guess… I didn't want Kimmie outdoing me in the fun department?
There was a long, happy sigh from Faux as she shivered, then she opened her eyes.
"Too late, Beauty. I've got so many wonderful ideas," Faux said, looking hopeful.
"Well, keep 'em in your pants, as that's all you're gettin," Shego replied.
"But… you can't–"
Shego raised a finger to signify no more.
"You're so evil."
"Mmhm."
Shego took a sip from her drink, seeing the dejected look on Faux's face. It broke her heart, which was another new feeling. She tried to stay strong, but all she could see were Faux's hands itching to hold her.
Fine! Okay. Kimmie's ruined me! She shuffled next to Faux and put an arm around her. "I didn't say no touching, just no…"
"Tying you face down on my bed with a vibrator against your clit while I pound you from behind?"
Um… Shego thought, the mental image just too strong to deny. However, in her fantasy it was Kim pawing at the sheets beneath her as she had her way with her. Fuck! She shook her head to clear things away, even as Faux took her hand.
"Yes, that," Shego said. "Friends tonight, no benefits."
"Well, Sh–" Faux said, stopping as a hand was placed over her mouth.
"My name's Megan while I'm here. Megan Morse, got it?"
"Uh-huh. Gosh, you're legs go on forever in that dress!"
"Did you hear a single word I said?"
"Sure. Playing hard to get, silly name, sexy outfit!"
Argh! Shego thought, throwing her hands in the air. "I'm never going to win, am I?"
"You're here for my grand reopening while entertaining my KiGo fantasies, so no. I've got a one track mind, and you're so at the end of it."
"You know, if anyone else tried this shit on me I'd burn their ass!"
"But for me, you just wanna ride it?"
Shego smacked her forehead on the table in exasperation.
"Hey, it's okay," Faux said, rubbing her arm. "I'm just playing with you. I'd never do anything to hurt you or give you away." She smirked. "You're just so much fun to tease."
"Yeah, so I've heard," Shego replied, sitting up. The overwhelming lust in Faux's eyes was gone, and left behind was the friendship they felt for each other. It warmed her all over, as much as the alcohol. She glanced at her full glass of scotch, knowing it could cause issues by the end of the night. One misstep and she would be waking up next to Faux. Not that she was going to stop drinking, it was just something to be wary of.
"Where've you been!?" Faux blurted out. "You were everywhere for about a week, and then gone! Nothing, for what? Six months now?"
"I'm around," Shego replied. Focus! This is me and Kimmie, so don't let the alcohol do the talking.
"Kim's looking for you."
"I know."
"And, you're avoiding her?"
"For the moment." Shit!
"Why? What happened!?"
Damn! Damn! Damn! "None of your business!"
"C'mon, even Kim won't tell me what's going on."
Good girl, Kimmie. The less people who know you like me, the safer you are. "Here, this is for your grand re-reopening," she said, handing over her colorfully wrapped present.
It had the desired outcome of distraction.
"Ooh! You bought me a gift?" Faux said as she admired the green and white paper, a fancy black bow on top. She gently shook the box, then inquisitively explored it with her fingers before resting it on the table. She then adopted the most innocent expression, and said, "You know, we could pop upstairs to open it? Where it's not so noisy."
Shego looked at her, then mentally sighed at Faux's insatiable desire to bed her.
"Don't tell me, that's the line you used on Kimmie?"
"Good girls don't kiss and tell," Faux replied, her grin giving everything away.
"Uh-huh…" Shego deadpanned.
"Hey, how'd you know about me and Kim?"
"Good girls don't kiss and tell."
"If you know, then that means you were there… Listening… Watching… Ooh…!"
Annd, I've lost her, Shego thought, rolling her eyes as Faux drifted off into her own little dream world. She took the time to refill her glass, the annoyance of sobriety rearing its ugly head. Three drinks later and Faux stirred, grinning at her.
"You little voyeur, you!" Faux said.
"I prefer mashter ninja," Shego replied, a slight slur to her words.
"Oh my god, are you drunk?"
"Yep! And workin' on gettin' completely wasted for the first time ever."
"I didn't think you could? Not with your glow– Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine. Just wanted to celebrate your re-reopening in style."
"Well, okay then. And speaking of reopening, don't suppose you know who mysteriously donated all that cash into my bank account so I could refurbish?"
"Moi?" Shego replied, a hand on her chest in mock innocence. "No idea."
Faux laughed then looked intently at the full glass in Shego's hand, then at the scotch and the two unlabeled bottles. A thoughtful frown, then she liberated the drink from Shego and downed it. To say the effect was everything that Shego would have expected was an understatement. Faux's eyes went wide as her jaw dropped open, her lips working soundlessly for a few seconds. She coughed violently, traces of the potent liquid exploding from her mouth and nose. A wheezing rattle was followed by more as her face turned red, Shego vigorously patting her back.
"Jesus H. Christ, what is that stuff?" Faux finally got out in a strangled rasp.
"No idea," Shego replied. "Kimmie's dad makes it in his basement, and I liberated a crate or two as I passed by Middleton." She grabbed a few napkins and passed them to Faux. "It's unbelievably strong, and I would've warned you if you'd asked."
"Anything that slips between those fine lips, I have to try." She wiped off her face and the table, and looked at Shego with wide eyes. "How can you stand to drink it?"
"Super powered constitution, remember?"
"Can't remember… feeling tipsy!"
Wow! One glass? Good thing Kimmie never tried it, or… maybe not… She grinned at the thought of Kim being drunk, then slid the rescued present onto Faux's lap. "Here, open. I didn't come all this way just to watch you get drunk."
"Yes, present," Faux said, focusing on the gift. She attacked the paper with a vengeance and soon revealed a nicely styled green box. The lid lasted mere seconds and then she was holding up a black turtleneck; left inside the box were some dark gloves, cargo pants, black shoes, a toolbelt, and a black sports bra and matching panties.
"It's one of Kimmie's original mission outfits," Shego said, gesturing at the ensemble of items. "I thought you'd like to put them up on display."
"How–?" Faux whispered, her wide eyes staring at the shirt in her hands. "They stopped making them years ago."
"Kim's mission in the Amazon–" she grit her teeth then continued, "where Dr. D used his mind control chip. Kimmie ended up wearing one of my catsuits, and for once the base wasn't blown up, and, well, I never got around to tossing them away."
Faux held the turtleneck to her chest with tears in her eyes, then turned and gave Shego a massive hug.
~o~
A comfortable silence fell over the two of them, Shego drinking and watching Faux, while Faux enjoyed her present. Faux carefully laid out all the items on the table, then went going over them with a rabid attention to detail. They had never been washed, and still bore the scrapes and stains from Kim's mission. It somehow made it more real, and she could hardly look away.
Shego made herself a tad more comfortable, the world a warm, happy cocoon for her right now. She blinked as her trained eyes spotted that cute bouncer from before. How could she not with an outfit like that. She lazily watched as the woman talked to various partygoers before turning to stare across the room at their booth.
"Sexy bouncer incoming at twelve o'clock," Shego murmured. She raised an eyebrow as Faux looked up then hunkered down, and tried to burrow in-behind her.
"Save me, Beauty," Faux whispered in a hurried voice. "Take me upstairs and ravish me. Ruin me for all other women before–"
"Well, well, well, here's where you're a-hidin," the bouncer said in her strong southern accent as she arrived by their booth. She casually leaned against the wooden siding as she looked at Faux, a friendly smile on her face.
"No! Not hiding. Just socializing," Faux said as she sat up straight, her gaze staying low.
"Could've fooled me," the woman replied as she leaned forwards to inspect the clothes on the table, and in doing so, displaying an impressive amount of cleavage.
"Um… ah… yeah…" Faux murmured, her eyes mesmerized by the latex-clad breasts in front of her.
Shego found Faux's reaction quite amusing, as she herself admired the woman's taught waist in those skimpy hot pants. She wondered what it would be like to lick apricot brandy out of that cute navel. What it would be like to drink it out of Kim's… Her steamy daydream came to an abrupt halt as the woman's smoldering sea-green eyes turned to her with something akin to annoyance.
"Whoareyou? I don't know you!" the woman snapped.
Shego glared right back, the edges of her lips automatically rising into a snarl. Luckily Faux was boxing her in, otherwise she would be on her feet and in this woman's face. No one spoke to her like this. She relaxed a smidgen as Faux nudged her leg with her own, and flashed her a quick, apologetic smile.
"Megan, this is Cindy," Faux said. "Cindy, Megan, a– a good friend of mine."
"Charmed," Cindy drawled, holding out her hand.
Shego nodded as she shook the offered hand, taking note of Cindy's tone, her crushing, aggressive grip, and the possessive attitude she had towards Faux. It was interesting, especially following on from how Faux had asked to be saved. She could tell that Faux was skittish around Cindy, which did not make sense when a beautiful woman was involved.
There an untold story here, Shego thought.
"Well, now that I know where you are, is there anything you want?" Cindy asked as she sat on the edge of the table, her long legs right in front of Faux.
"No!" Faux squeaked, her hand grabbing onto Shego's for dear life.
"Okay then." She ruffled Faux's hair and stood up. "Just wanted to let y'all know that I'm a-takin my break. So if ya need me, I'mma gonna be upstairs havin' a bite to eat."
She flicked her gaze back to Shego for a split second, then turned and walked away.
Shego and Faux both followed that perfect ass as it sauntered through the crowd, but Shego's mind was elsewhere. There had been something more in Cindy's eyes at the end, and it raised her hackles. It took her a few seconds to narrow it down, the alcohol slowing her thoughts.
She recognized me! Shego thought. She recognized me and didn't say anything. She frowned. Something's off! It was more than just that, though. Cindy's mannerisms had felt wrong, but she could not put her finger on why.
Is she a plant? A spy?
Faux let out a despondent sigh, which caused Shego to realize Faux was still holding onto her hand.
Info time, Shego thought. "Trouble in paradise?"
"There is no paradise, that's the problem!" Faux whined.
Shego raised an eyebrow in question, and that was all that Faux needed to unload.
"You know I have the morals of an alley cat?" Shego nodded in agreement, even as Faux continued, "But the one thing I won't do is sleep with an employee."
"Such a hard life."
"It is when she wears outfits like that." She gestured after Cindy. "And asks such open ended questions!" She slumped back in her seat." She even shows up to cook me breakfast in my apartment… in barely anything at all!" She dragged her hands down her face. "I'm at my wits end, and I don't know how long I can hold out before I do something I'll regret!"
~o0o~
Shego stood on the landing outside Faux's apartment and readied herself, all traces of her inebriation burned away. She had excused herself to use the restroom, but had instead come upstairs to confront Cindy. She trusted her instincts, and knew when something was off.
There's no way I'm leaving here without knowing what's wrong!
She grabbed the door handle and slipped inside, kicking the door shut with her heel.
"Fauxy?" Cindy called out from the couch as she looked around.
"Wrong!" Shego replied, her tone soft but deadly.
~o~
Faux rushed up the backstairs to her place, her heart thudding in anticipation. That Shego AND Cindy were both in her room at once opened up a whole world of possibilities. Mayhap, one of her wildest fantasies was about to come true. It was the only logical conclusion after Shego had asked her so many questions about Cindy.
It would be better with Kim and Shego, but this is a close second. And a threesome with Cindy can't be called cheating!
She threw open the door and stepped inside, and found Shego and Cindy on the bed together.
Ohh, YES! she thought in delight. "You started having sex without me!?" she excitedly called out from the doorway, her grin unable to be contained.
"What!? No!" Shego and Cindy snapped in reply as they both turned to look at her.
Faux's happy face went ashen as Shego lifted and threw Cindy across the room, Cindy's back smashing through one of the solid bed post. Faux blinked. Then she noticed the state of her place: furniture overturned, lamps smashed, her place a shambles. She went red in the face and ran to the center of the room, her arms outstretched as she positioned herself between Shego and Cindy.
"What the hell is going on!?" Faux yelled, her irate expression switching between the two women.
"Don't ask me–" Cindy began, clenching her fists.
"Why don't you ask her–" Shego snarled, walking forwards.
Whatever Faux had been going to say next was cut short as, with a thunderous crash, four figures smashed through the roof.
~o~
Shego did not think. There was no hesitation or time taken to assess the situation, to decide, to calculate, to think. She simple reacted. Leaping forwards, she grabbed Faux around the waist and dived for cover behind the kitchen counter. Weapons fire filled the room, and she could only watch as Cindy took a blast to the chest, the woman dropping without a sound.
Shego hit the floor and slid to safety with Faux snugly held against her.
Shit!
She quickly sat up and assessed that Faux was okay, the many light cuts purely superficial. Nothing major. She disentangled herself from Faux, or tried too. Faux had a deathgrip around her waist.
"Stay here. Be brave for me," Shego whispered urgently, yet her words had no effect. Distract, react. Protect the innocent. She sighed at the memory. Hego sure spouted a load of hooey. But she knew there were mere seconds left before they were attacked again. Desperate times!
She kissed her, the effect instantly derailing Faux's panic.
"Hey there, with me now?" Shego inquired.
"Y-Yes," Faux replied.
"Good girl. Now I need you to be strong, as I have to go and be violent."
She wiped the tears from Faux's cheeks as she received a nod of acceptance, and squeezed Faux's hands one more time before moving away. Glancing out from behind her cover, she spotted the four intruders standing silently around the room, arms casually at their sides. No weapons in sight. She especially noted the wall where Faux had been standing was peppered with bullet holes, Faux lucky to be alive. She also counted it a small mercy that Faux had missed seeing Cindy gunned down like that.
No visible weapons, so where are they hiding them? Shego thought.
"Shego, we need you to come with us," a woman called out.
"Yeah? Well, ya shoulda thought of that before shooting at me and my friend!"
"You were perfectly safe. And there can be no witnesses," a man replied.
No witnesses? Screw you, asshole! You're going down first!
Shego stood up, making sure all their eyes were focused on her. Diplomacy had gone out the window as soon as they had attacked Faux. Dust and plaster filled the air, along with the smell of burnt wiring. Her four opponents looked and were dressed normally, albeit covered in debris from their dramatic entrance. Two men, two women, Asian, African-American, European, so nothing that gave her a clue as to their origin.
They came through the roof, so they're more than they appear. She eyed an unopened bottle of alcohol on the bench beside her, and weighed her options. Hego would just charge in… She glanced down at Faux. Never a good idea when facing an unknown opponent, or four.
Outside would be best, but even if I manage it, one of them could come back for Faux. Soo… I need a distraction–!
"ARGH!" one of the four suddenly cried out in pain as a bloody sword erupted from his chest. Cindy rose from behind, her skin now a metallic silver, covered in blood. She twisted the blade and pulled it free, the man dropping to the floor, dead.
"Hurt my friend, I hurt you!" Cindy snarled.
Shego grabbed the bottle and threw it, following it up with a bolt of green fire. They both struck the 'no witnesses' man in the face, the resulting fireball engulfing him. He cried out and fell back as the power in the apartment went out, the sprinkler system briefly kicking in. She ignored the chaos as she leaped, her foot slamming into a female attacker's jaw. It was like kicking a steel girder. She dropped, rolled, and came back up with a punch. The woman barely reacted, a sneer on her lips. Then before Shego's eyes the woman's skin rippled like water, morphing into a silvery metal.
Fuck!
She now knew what she was facing, Cindy aside. She had memorized Kim's fight with the cyborg and read all the top secret Global Justice reports on the Middleton incident. She spun, adjusted, and unleashed a glowing, superhuman uppercut at the transforming woman to send her crashing through the ceiling. When the woman came back down, she hit the floor, unconscious.
They're meant to explode when they're down, Shego thought, a glance at the dead and unconscious cyborgs disproving that theory.
She turned and flicked her sodden hair from her eyes, and found her first victim rising from behind the couch. He appeared unharmed by the fire, his metallic skin glistening with droplets of water. Angry yellow eyes with irises of red glared at her. Inhuman eyes. Alien, and ones she had seen before … on Warmonga and Warhok. She stared into their soulless gaze, and suppressed a snarl.
In the background Cindy was barely holding her own against the last female cyborg. In was almost surreal seeing two silvery skinned woman attacking each other, their arms as blades.
Shego took it all in in a split second, then attacked.
Limbs into weapons, touch electrified, and they're fast and strong. She slashed at the male cyborg's raised arms, sparks filling the air. I'm faster.
She drove him back with repeated blows.
No pain receptors? she thought as a solid punch to the gut produced no reaction. Pretty stupid… unless whoever made 'em doesn't care whether they live or die.
She leaped, bringing her glowing fist around in devastating arc and connected with his jaw. He slid back from the force of the blow, yet he barely reacted. She landed in a crouch, hand aching, and waited for his retaliation.
"You cannot harm us," he calmly said, making no move to counterattack.
She pushed aside the pain in her wrist and threw a ball of green plasma at his chest. It struck, leaving no mark. She threw another and another, each more intense than the last. He stood there and took them all, uninjured and unaffected.
"There is nothing you can do!" he stated. "So stop all this resistance and come with us, then all will be made clear."
She remained tight lipped, refusing to be drawn into a useless conversation.
There was a sickening cry from Cindy as she went hurtling backwards, smashing through the kitchen counter. She lay there unmoving, her skin back to normal. Faux now clearly visible, her terrified gaze finding Shego's.
"Aberration!" the female cyborg snarled, her arm transforming into a deadly looking gun. She aimed the weapon at Cindy and Faux, cold malice in her inhuman eyes.
"No witnesses!" the male cyborg stated, moving to block Shego's path.
She saw red. She had failed to save Rachel and Kim, and while Faux was not her girlfriend, she was as close as. The green glow surrounding her hands became slightly darker, more agitated, her expression merciless. Only her brothers knew the impossibly scary power she wielded. Her glow or plasma, or call it what you will - there really was no scientific name for it - or what it could do. What she could unleash … when cornered.
She charged, feinted low, then sliced his arm off at the shoulder. A hot knife through butter. No resistance. His screeching wail of shock and pain was music to her ears, then she slashed him from head to groin. He dropped, lines of white fire seared through his silvery skin.
She ignored his smoking, wheezing husk.
"Faux, RUN!" she yelled as she turned and lunged at the female cyborg.
She tackled her to the ground and wrapped herself around the woman, an arm about her throat. Then her world became pain as electricity coursed through her. She burned. Skin blackening from the deadly current … screaming soundlessly. She tightened her grip as her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of metallic legs stopping beside her.
~o0o~
Shego slowly swum back to consciousness with the glorious sensation of fingers running through her hair. She hurt, everywhere, but at least she was alive. Next, surprisingly, came the sound of music from downstairs, the festivities continuing unabated. Groggily opening her eyes, she found it almost pitch dark, the only light coming from outside. She blinked, and saw that she was lying on the bed with her head on Faux's lap. Both of them in long, fluffy robes. Faux seemed to be lost in her own little world, smiling as she stared at nothing.
"Hey..." Shego said weakly, "I… need to make... it clear... I don't put out... until the third... date." She then winced as Faux threw her arms around her for a gentle hug.
"Beauty, you're okay," Faux said, tears of joy running down her cheeks. She pulled away but stayed close, her hand immediately returning to stroking through Shego's midnight tresses. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but I'll heal, she whispered hoarsely. I always do. "The cyborgs–?"
"We're safe."
Shego tucked that information away for now and relaxed. "How long was I out?"
"About ten minutes, dunno for sure." She squeezed Shego's shoulder then bopped her on the head. "Please don't scare me like that again!" she admonished.
"Saving your... ass... makes me look good…" She put her hands out and tried to sit up, only to have Faux push her head back down onto her lap.
"Stay, doctor's orders!" Faux said, a finger raised. "Give yourself some more time to recover."
"Fine…" Shego barely whispered, too tender at the moment to resist or argue. She turned her head to look at the ruined apartment, no sign of Cindy or the downed cyborgs. "Where–"
"Cindy took them. She said it was the only way to keep me safe." She dropped her head. "She's gone…"
Good! But she still held Faux's knee in sympathy. It did leave her in the dark as to who wanted her, and why. She had far too many enemies to narrow it down.
"It's not fair," Faux softly wailed as she buried her face in shego's side, "I had a super sexy cyborg all to myself, and I lost her." She sat there, sniffling. "You so owe me sex since she's left!"
"I so do not!" Shego replied, as she brushed Faux's hair aside.
"At least a makeout session to ease my wounded heart?"
Shego could see that Faux was truly upset at Cindy leaving, and felt a pang of remorse that she had contributed to it. There was more than just her being here, she had also disabled the security system so Kim would not come running. It would be the reason why Global Justice and the authorities had not come swooping in. However, those agencies not showing suited her just fine right now, as did Cindy's handling of the cyborgs. She fully understood what that entailed, and while she aimed not kill, she silently approved of Cindy's ruthless actions to keep Faux safe.
"Comprise?" Shego suggested. "We head downstairs and talk about how to fix your apartment, then we get ourselves well and truly plastered?"
"And if I cop a feel?"
"Then there's a good chance I won't break your wrist."
The tentative smile from Faux clinched the deal.
~o0o~
Shego woke to the sounds of birds chirping and the comforting warmth of her bed. She cracked an eyelid and looked around her bedroom, the light through the heavy curtains telling her it was well past midmorning. An eyebrow rose in surprise. Out in the world she was always on edge and up early. But here at home she liked to sleep in, though this late was a rarity. She hugged her pillow and let out a happy sigh. After last night's shenanigans she felt fine. No hangover or adverse effects from Mr Possible's homemade brew. It was cheating with her inhuman constitution, which suited her just fine.
She lay there for the longest time, before doing a series of enjoyable stretches beneath the covers. She felt incredibly well-rested in both mind and body, much more than a simple night's sleep should entail.
Seems a night out with friends was just what the doctor ordered.
"Up," she muttered, and after a few halfhearted tries she managed the accomplishment. Sitting on the edge of the bed she rubbed her eyes, then noticed the state of her room. All the drawers were open, clothes strewn about the floor.
Geez, a messy drunk too.
She stood up and scratched her behind, then went to remove the t-shirt she had slept in.
Can't be bothered gettin' dressed, I'm gonna have a lazy day in.
She made a half-hearted attempt to straighten her top as she shuffled to the door, but promptly became distracted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cooked bacon.
Mama's the best!
She eagerly trotted to the kitchen but found it empty, no sign of her coffee heaven. She huffed and grabbed a mug, then headed for the outside kitchen beside the pool.
"Morning, Firefly," Mrs. Go said as Shego appeared.
"Morning, Beauty. Did you sleep well?" Faux cooed at her.
Wha–? Shego thought, the cup falling from her fingers.
The sound of the mug shattering was inconsequential as Shego stared at Faux and her mother casually sitting next to each other. Even her need for coffee was forgotten. She noted that Faux was once again back to her natural appearance, her hair a strawberry blond and her eyes a clear crystal blue. However, the stylish black bikini and colorful sarong she was wearing was most definitely not hers. It was Shego's, the open drawers in her bedroom falling into place. Which begged the question, where had Faux spent the night. And in what fashion…
Above all these questions and more, one stood out.
HOW did she–? She blinked, knowing the only answer. But still, how? How could I be so stupid as to bring her here? She wracked her brains, but everything after arranging the repairs for Faux's apartment were a fuzzy blur. A true first. The surprise bonus at the bottom of every bottle.
"Here, let me help with that," Faux cheerfully said as she walked over and squatted down to gather up the broken pieces of the mug.
Shego came back to herself with realization that Faux was crouched next to her bare legs, the woman openly admiring the pale green skin on display. It did not help her case that her black panties were barely covered by her shirt, or that she had no bra on; her thin top emphasizing the treasures within. She opened her mouth to chastise, then closed it. It would achieve nothing. As would pulling down her shirt. Storming out to change, while dramatic, would only give Faux a grand view of her swaying backside as she left, and deprive her of coffee and bacon.
Why, oh why, couldn't it be Kimmie down there? One little innuendo and everything would be back to normal.
She took the only other option available to her and crouched down to help, and before too long they were both sitting at the table. A happy sigh escaped her lips as coffee was poured, followed by a large serving of bacon and eggs. She smiled and tucked in, the plate in front of Faux already polished off before she had arrived.
She took a sip of coffee, no longer able to ignore the excited, beaming smile from Faux.
"Hmm?" Shego said, directing the wordless question at Faux.
"Again, thank you for letting me stay with you until my apartments fixed," Faux said, kissing her in the cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
I did WHAT? Shego thought, somehow managing to keep her face calm. "Uh, sure," she replied, another mystery solved.
"Now off you go, dear. You've been patient long enough," Mrs. Go said.
"You sure?" Faux replied.
"Shoo. Go. Sheridan and I have some things to discuss."
Shego twitched at the use of her real name, but it was tempered by the fact that Faux already knew that secret. Sitting there, she watched her run off, wondering what could be so important as to pull Faux away from her side.
"Such a charming, interesting young woman," Mrs. Go said as she sat down opposite Shego. "And I'm so proud of you that you offered her a place to stay in her hour of need."
"I was drunk as a skunk." Otherwise, it would've been a five star hotel!
"You both were. It took some doing to pour the two of you into your bed, the both of you giggling the whole way."
Shit! Did we have sex? I can't remember! Hey–! She glared at her mom. "I do not giggle!"
"Care to wager," Mrs. Go said as she produced a mobile phone.
"No, it's fine. I believe you." I'm never going to hear the end of this! And if Kimmie ever finds out? She suppressed a shudder at the amount of mileage Kim would get from such a recording. After a few more sips of coffee she asked, "But why in my bed?"
"You refused to let her sleep anywhere else."
"But–"
There was a whoop of happiness from inside the villa and then a naked Faux came running out. She passed them by as she made her way down towards the beach, a large towel and sunscreen in her hands.
"Best - getaway - EVER!" she yelled as she disappeared from sight.
Shego let out a big sigh. This is not going to get any better…
~o0o~
Stuff. It happened. Caused delays. Moving on now…
Yes, no Kim centric chapter as I wanted.
