~o0o~

Shego exited 'Kicks via one of the many Global Justice style transport tubes the place employed and found herself on a semi-crowded street. She ignored the shocked bystanders as she orientated herself then set off towards her safe-house. A taxi would be faster, but the walk would do her good as she had a lot on her mind. Touching her cheek, she remembered where Kim had kissed her goodnight, and shook her head … the act wholly unexpected. Halfway along the block her phone rang, and dragging it out of her pocket she saw that it was Kim. Rolling her eyes, she answered.

"What?"

"Heads up!"

She had just enough time to hear fast approaching footsteps from behind before a body crashed into hers. Kim was under her arm and holding her around the waist before she could say a word.

"Friends don't let friends walk home alone," Kim said as a way of explanation.

It was a silly thing to say, especially considering who Kim was saying it to, but Shego let it slide anyways. She huffed as she tried to free herself from Kim, but apparently Kim was having none of it. She tried again as the familiar scent of strawberry shampoo tickled her nose, but Kim's grip only tightened.

What da fuck, Princess?

"S'cold."

It is. Kinda, Shego thought, her abnormally high body temperature making her immune to the chilly autumn breeze. Still doesn't mean I'm up for sharing. Or being this close! I should– Um…? She frowned, her brain catching up to her ears. "Friends?"

"Of course we're friends."

I guess we are, of a sorts. But–

"Good friends."

"Kimmie, I hate to burst your bubble–"

Then it happened, Kim's face became so cute it was monstrous. Her bottom lip stuck out and quivered slightly, while her eyes became big and watery as they pleaded with Shego.

Oh God! Shego thought in horror, unable to turn away. A hastily raised hand covered the saccharin visage, but the damage had been done. "Okay, okay." Geez! "We're good friends!" She dropped her hand as she was squeezed even tighter, a shudder running through her.

"That wasn't fair, Princess! I told you to never use that on me again!

"You left me no choice." She gave a cheeky grin. "Desperate times and all."

Ugh!

Shego grumbled to herself as she draped an arm around Kim, resigned to her fate. She enjoyed the feel. It was nice. The company nicer, as much as she may complain.

She's tired and it's a long walk. Taxi time? She glanced at her companion. Nah, she'll be fine.

"Let's get you home and safely tucked into bed," Kim said, starting them down the street.

On the other hand, I can't give away the location of my safe-house. She pursed her lips in thought. She'll never take 'no' for an answer, and she'll just shadow me if I insist. Time for Plan B. "My hotel is that way." She gestured with her head, steering Kim in the right direction. "I'm staying at the La Prétentieux Paris."

"But your safe-house is thataway," Kim said, adjusting their heading.

"Kimmie?"

"Hmm?" she replied, with overdone innocence.

"What do you mean by 'my safe-house?' "

"Well, in the past, whenever you planned a job, you never stayed at a hotel. Too much exposure. You would always use a safe-house, and I happen to know the whereabouts of your Paris safe-house. Wade pinpointed it years ago. And, cards on the table, I've… ah… stayed there before."

Shego stopped abruptly and pried herself away from Kim, glaring at her.

"You've stayed–"

"Uh-huh."

"–At my apartment?"

"Yep. While on a mission."

Of course she has! "You could've asked, you know? Instead of just breaking into my place!"

"Hellooo, hero and villain at the time!"

I should be angry with her. I want to be so angry with her, but… She pictured their adversarial past and all the things they had done to thwart each other. It was back in the day. Water under the bridge. And– Hey! "How did you know I was going to walk home?"

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, yes, forgiven. Now spit it out!"

"Well you had that look in your eyes, like you'd been talking to Drakken or your brothers for to long." She grinned. "And I know you like to walk it off when you're feeling like that."

I know she kinda knows me, but am I really that predictable?

"So I thought we might, um…" She looked out across the city then back at Shego. "Remember our first time in Paris?"

"Chasing the rodent?"

"Rufus."

"Whatever!"

"Well, I thought we could watch the sunrise together." She bit her lip, looking hopeful. "From the top of the Eiffel Tower?"

~o0o~

I can't believe I agreed to this, Shego thought as she looked up at the Eiffel Tower above them. She didn't even pout and I caved! She glanced at Kim and shook her head. While they had both been drinking, this was as far from anything she could ever have imagined happening. I came here to rob a museum, and now I'm going to watch a sunrise, with her. What is going on with my life?

Kim rushed ahead to one of the tower's massive legs, while Shego followed slowly; the interlaced steel girders offered them easy access to its upper reaches

"You sure you want to do this, Princess?"

"Very sure."

"It'll be our first time together." She winked. "So I'll try to be gentle."

"Oh, stop that."

"Just you and me, breaking the law. Hand in hand."

"I know we're not allowed up there… That it's out of bounds, but I want this." She leaned against the base of the tower. "Besides, I'm off duty. And, well, I'm a college student now. Aren't we meant to be a little bit rebellious?"

Rebellious or…? "It's très romantique, Cupcake," she purred. "Are you sure there isn't more you want to tell me?"

"Oh…? OH! N-No!" She looked away then back, her cheeks heating up. "It's just– I know it's not what we expected, meeting up like this. But I've been having such a wonderful time, with you. I sorta don't want it to end."

I know the feeling. It's the best night out I've had in years. She put a hand on Kim's shoulder and looked up at the structure above them. "Well then, allow me take your villainous virginity–"

They both spun about as the sound of an explosion rocked the city. Kim was off like a shot. Shego watched her go. Watched Kim come to a sliding stop as she realized she was running alone.

"Shego, c'mon! What are you waiting for?"

"Let the emergency services handle it. That's what they're there for."

"You're kidding me?!"

"Not a hero, Kimmie. Not a villain anymore, but certainly not a hero. Besides, you're tired and you've been drinking. You're in no fit state to help anyone!"

"Anything's–"

"Don't!"

"–possible for a Possible!"

Argh! Her and that insufferable saying!

"Well, I'm going," Kim said as she bounced from foot to foot. "I may even get hurt." She started jogging backwards. "Are you positive you don't want to tag along and make sure nothing bad happens to me?" She flashed a grin and ran off.

She did not just– There's no way I'm going to– An unexpected shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Kim getting injured, all because she had coerced her into drinking. No! I'm not going to help. I won't– Then she pictured Kim in a hospital bed. Dammit! "Fine! But next time we're stealing something, together!"

"If you say so," Kim sang back over her shoulder.

I hope no one sees us together like this, or my cred is ruined. She quickly caught up with Kim, the two of them running side by side.

"Isn't it adorable how easily we can manipulate each other?" Kim said.

"Whatever!"

"Cmon, it's like our thing."

"Kimmie, you're cruisin for a bruisin!"

"You and what army?"

"Just me."

"Promises, promises."

~o0o~

Shego wiped the sweat from her brow and collapsed against the rooftop's iron railing. Rescuing the occupants and their pets from the burning building had pushed her and Kim to their limits, and while it had been close, they had managed to save everyone. She was truly exhausted, not having worked this hard in ages. It felt good though, like a positive tired, making up for the loss of her high-octane lifestyle. She stretched one leg then the other, a feeling of euphoria buried beneath the fatigue.

I'd forgotten how much fun heroing can be when Hego's not involved.

She looked down at herself then over at Kim, the two of them dirty and soot stained, clothes ripped and singed from their heroics. Rubbing her grubby hands on her pants - a futile gesture - she glanced below, the street now filled with emergency services vehicles, news crews, and gawking onlookers.

First on the scene, and first to leave. I'm glad Kimmie understood. She sneered at the distant reporters. I'm not up for the spotlight these days. She turned back to Kim, a look of worry flashing across her face.

"Shego, I–I really don't feel well–"

Kim bent over, head down, hands gripping her knees as she tried not to throw up. Shego quickly wrapped her hands in Kim's hair, holding it up and away from her face. Kim belched then moaned in obvious distress.

"Told you that alcohol and heroics on a full stomach wouldn't mix," Shego said, her voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah…" came the weak reply.

"Didn't help with all your acrobatics, either. Especially when you threw yourself backwards out that window saving that cat."

"I knew you were there. That you'd–" She closed her eyes as she dry heaved. "That you'd catch me. And how come–" She gagged, all the color draining from her face. "How come you're fine?"

"Faster metabolism because of my glow."

"That's… so not fair–"

"Too bad, so sad. Plus, you ate way more than me, greedy guts."

"Anyways, thank you," Kim whispered, ignoring the comment. "I wouldn't have… been able to… save everyone without you."

"Meh… Without Hego to ruin all the fun, it wasn't that bad." Kim instantly looked up. "And no, that doesn't mean I'm interested in hero work."

"I wasn't going to ask–"

"Then I'd sue your face for slander."

"Can't blame a girl… for trying?"

"You're very trying." And fun to boot.

"We still on for the Eiffel Tower?"

"Kimmie, look at us. We're dirty, sweaty, and covered in all sorts of disgusting funk. It's not happening." She ignored Kim's disappointed face and looked over the rooftops. "C'mon, we're not too far from my place. We can clean up, and you can crash on my sofa for the night."

"Please and thank youuu–"

And with that Kim dropped to her knees and threw up, her loud and impressive vomiting dwarfing out the emergency workers below.

~o0o~

Shego pushed open her safe-house door with a flourish and flicked on the light switch, revealing her studio apartment.

"Mi casa es su casa," she announced as she gestured theatrically at her place. Its decor was modern and impersonal to the eye, a deliberate misdirection for anyone searching for her abode. A large, white leather sofa dominated the living room, along with a massive television, a glass dining table, and recessed lights in the ceiling. None of it was her preferred style, but that was the point.

"I'd give you the nickel tour." She poked Kim in the chest. "But you already know your way around."

Kim stuck out her tongue as she stepped inside, looking a lot better than before. Most of the color had returned to her cheeks, a happy smile dominating her face. She touched Shego's elbow as she passed, a large, half-empty bottle of water in her hand. She made a beeline for the sofa and collapsed face first, a 'so comfy' floating up from her recumbent form.

"Shower first," Shego said, prodding Kim's foot with her own. "I'll find you something to wear and bring it in."

"Five more minutes?" came the muffled reply.

"Shower, now!"

"One more minute?"

"I'll dump you in there myself!"

She smirked as Kim rolled to her feet, grumbling the whole way to the bathroom. In seconds the sound of running water echoed through the door, and she found herself whistling as she headed to her open bedroom. Kim was the first person she had ever brought back here, and it felt strangely right.

Now… options…

She fossicked in her wardrobe for just the right look, and soon she had an overly large, faded, Metallica t-shirt, fluffy black socks, bright red boxers, and some old black sweats that she could not even remember buying. She skipped the bras as they were going to sleep, plus none of hers would fit Kim anyways. She nodded in satisfaction at the ensemble, the get-up far from anything Kim would ever wear.

Can't wait to see her in this.

She grabbed herself something to change into after her own shower then headed back out, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Come," Kim called out.

Shego's stepped inside to the scent of coconut bodywash and closed the door, the room filled with steam from Kim's ablutions. The first thing that caught her eye was the pile of clothes on the floor, and as her gaze travelled upwards, she swallowed. She admired beauty in all its forms and Kim's water-dappled silhouette through the misted glass was certainly that. Kim's hands rose to her head as Shego watched, her back slightly arched as she washed her hair.

Shego appreciated the sensual display then blinked as she remembered why she was here.

"Clothes."

"Please and thank you."

"Spare toothbrush in the lower cabinet."

"Righto."

She neatly stacked Kim's change of attire on the counter, and with one last look, exited the room.

~o~

"Your turn," Kim announced as she walked out of the bathroom.

Shego excitedly sat up on the sofa, her appreciative eye looking Kim up and down. With their difference in height and body shape it meant her clothes were loose on Kim, but she found the style really worked for her.

"Rockin' the dark side, Princess. It suits you."

"Uh-huh," Kim deadpanned as she dried her hair with a towel, the sweatshirt tied about her waist, a bottle of moisturizer tucked in its pocket.

"I mean it, honestly."

Kim paused in her drying, then flashed her a big, happy smile.

Shego returned the smile as she continued to admire Kim in her borrowed wardrobe. She would never again see her like this, so it was important to remember every - little - detail. Like the way Kim's mussed hair sensually covered half her face from the vigorous drying, her ruddy cheeks dimpled by her smile. And there, peeking out from behind the disheveled chaos, a vibrant, olive-green eye watching her in return. Shego bit her lip as she moved her gaze lower, loving how the overly large t-shirt hung off one shapely, freckled shoulder, its hem down around Kim's thighs. Complementing it all were the baggy sweatpants, tied low about Kim's waist, brushing the floor, her fluffy black socks poking out from underneath.

Shego realized she was staring, that she had not taken a breath. Kim had not moved either. Shego cleared her throat and looked away, fumbling for her change of clothes. Snagging her threads she hurried for the bathroom, glancing back as she grabbed the door.

Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met. A moment just for them.

She shivered.

Then it hit her like a freight train, a wild, intangible spark of attraction arcing between them.

OH!

Need…

Want…

Desire…

Kim turned away first, the cutest little blush lighting up her cheeks. Shego followed suit, almost slamming the door shut behind her. She slumped against it and slid to the floor, head in her hands.

No…! No! I can't–! I'm not–!

She touched a heated cheek, heart thundering away in her chest. A tingling palm was raised as she stared at nothing, other, deeper parts, tingling as well. She wanted to deny what she had just felt, but the intensity of it had knocked the air from her lungs. Licking her lips, she slowly took in a deep, shuddering breath and shook her head.

I'm tired and on a dry spell, that's all. Imagining things. Gotta be all the girl/girl teasing from earlier. She grabbed the counter and pulled herself up, wide eyes staring back at her from the mirror. But… it was so intense!

With barely a thought she activated her glow.

I'm sober now. I can't misconstrue what I felt. Her gaze darted about, no help in sight. Do I... really like her like that?

The silent question hung in the air.

She wasn't stupid, just worn out and overwhelmed as she avoided the answer. She ran her hands through her hair, almost giddy in wonder. She had always admired the female form, yet considered herself immune to their charms. No sexy spandex wearing heroine or villainess had ever turned her head, until now. Yet it was more than suddenly desiring the fairer sex. It wasn't just any girl, it was Kim Possible.

I like Kimmie.

I 'like' like her.

And there's no attitudinator, mind control chip, or stupid plant affecting me.

I freakin' have the hots for her!

She breathed in and out a few times as she dropped back to the floor, butterflies swirling in her stomach. A giggly nervousness filled her. It was so unlike anything she had ever felt, but so was the situation.

Of all the girls in all the world, it had to be her.

It was definitely a revelation, but she was already coming to terms with it. She had been so many things in her life that suddenly liking someone of the fairer sex did not even make it into her list of top ten weird happenings.

But why now? After all these years and everything we've been through, why? Why?!

She chewed her lip as she searched for an answer, needing to know.

…Because… I'm truly seeing her for the first time? The real her, the woman behind the hero mask? True, it had happened before, but she had been so mind-fucked that she barely remembered her time as Ms. Go. So here we are, at my place, with her in some borrowed clothes. No fighting or saving the world to get in the way. Just the two of us being us around each other, and… I notice her.

She shook her head at the silliness of it all.

Leaning back she replayed their night together, focusing on every little detail and interaction between the two of them. At how good she had felt once trust had been reestablished, and all the little smiles and touches they had shared. It had been a first date in all but name, and in hindsight it had been perfect. Kim could match her blow for blow, snark for snark, like no one ever had. And the working together, saving people, well that had been the icing on the cake.

She glanced at the door, picturing Kim on the sofa.

And she's super cute in my hand me downs.

The urge to march outside and kiss Kim was foremost in her mind, but it was tempered by the knowledge that it could never happen. Kim was not gay, her Freudian slips for the night a cry for help because of her relationship woes, and not an interest in experimentation. There was also the Ron factor and the barrier he presented, another reason not to make a move. However, she had inside information and the skills to use it.

I could do it. Just walk out there and ruin their relationship. Be a shoulder to cry on, then so-much-more.

I've done it before.

Should I?

Can I…?

If it was a guy, or anyone else, she would not even be thinking about this. She would split them up and have her way. Wham bam thank you ma'am. But it was Kim and they had history. She tried to work around it, but their shared past rose to thwart her desires. Thus it was settled.

Just friends, no benefits.

With a groan she stood to her feet and began to undress. She could indulge in the luxury of analyzing her feelings in the morning, when Kim had gone. Right now, she needed to shower and collapse into bed. One by one her ruined attire ended up on top of Kim's and she made a mental note to go shopping, knowing she was going to let Kim keep her borrowed sleepwear.

She looks good in black. Well, my black, my clothes. And cute as all fuck when she's showing off a bit of skin.

A quick turn of the taps and she stepped under the warm spray, a happy sigh escaping her lips. Hands against the tiled wall, she tilted her head this way then that as she let the water run through her hair and down her back. Like a lover's caress. She hummed in happiness then remembered Kim in the shower, a shiver running through her. Eyes closed, she bit her lip as questing fingers slipped between her thighs, a neglected libido waking up after months of abstinence.

NO!

She slammed her hands back against the wall. Restraint not in her nature. Neither was fantasizing about Kim.

Dammit! I can resist making a fool of myself over her for one night! I'll just take my time and properly wash my hair, and she'll be asleep by the time I'm done.

She lathered herself up and let the water wash away her thoughts, a loofah reaching all those hard to get at places.

Then we go our separate ways in the morning. No muss, no fuss.

~o0o~

Shego silently opened the bathroom door and sighed. Kim should have been fast asleep by now, instead she was sitting up on the sofa with a towel around her hair. She had donned her sweatshirt and found a fleecy blanket, and was curled up under it as she watched a sappy romance movie on the television.

Shego knew the film well, but she would never admit to that.

Kim's head twitched then she turned to face Shego, draping an arm over the back of the couch.

"Hey, you're done at last."

"I am." Why aren't you asleep? "I thought you'd be asleep by now?"

"I was, almost, then realized I wanted to talk some more." She nodded at the empty space next to her, all traces of her tiredness gone. "You know, to make up for us missing out on the Eiffel Tower."

"Uh-huh."

Shego eyed the spot next to Kim, wondering why it felt more dangerous now than when they were villain and hero. She took a step forwards, bringing her glowing hands up to her wet hair. A faint sizzle and cloud of steam rose from between her fingers, her raven-black tresses drying quickly under her ministrations.

"Ohh, wow!" Kim exclaimed, her eyes following Shego's hands. "Can you do me next?"

'Can you do me… Do me… Do me…' was all Shego heard, her heart skipping a beat at the offer. She went to say 'yes', her good intentions towards Kim just fading away. Imaginative, erotic ideas danced behind her eyes, her thoughts spiraling down into the gutter. She looked away as she fought down a blush, which annoyed her, then made her angry.

Mmyeah… You know what…? No! Not happening. She turned back to Kim, her mind made up. "Sure. In a minute."

Shego's jaw worked soundlessly for a moment. It had just come out. Her desires overriding common sense. No way to take it back now without looking like a fool. She watched Kim beam in happiness and raise her knees up to her chest, pulling the blanket close. Kim patted the space right next to her and looked at Shego in expectation.

Well… fuck!

Shego pivoted on the spot and headed for the kitchen, continuing to dry her hair as she went. She so needed a drink right now. It would do nothing because of her glow, but she really wanted the hit. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed back out, open bottle in hand.

"How do we do this?" Kim asked, switching off the television with the remote.

"Um…" I don't know, I've never slept with a girl before— Fuck!

She raised her drink and downed half of it. Being good had never been so hard. She let the frosty beer focus her thoughts, needing to take this seriously. The energies she was about to manipulate reacted to different materials in different ways, and she did not want to set Kim's clothes on fire or melt her skin.

"You, sit on the floor, and I'll– I'll take the couch behind you."

Kim grabbed a pillow and dropped it onto the wooden floorboards, then slid off the sofa and made herself comfortable on the cushion.

"Uh… your top. Top would be bad. Flammable and all."

Kim nodded in understanding and ditched her towel then pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head. For Shego, it caused her heart to skip a beat as Kim's t-shirt was dragged all the way up her back, the bright red boxers sticking out from below. There was so much skin on display, the curve of a breast barely covered by her action. Kim grumbled then casually shuffled everything back into place, unaware of the effect she was having on Shego.

Just friends… just friends… just friends… No benefits! Shego repeated to herself as a she sat on the sofa, a leg on either side of Kim.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself then realized the enormity of their situation. That her one-time nemesis was sitting demurely in front of her. She was still coming to grips with their friendship and her interest in Kim, and now she was fathoming just how much trust Kim was giving her. For years she had used her glow as a weapon to threaten and terrorize, and now Kim was calmly waiting to be bathed in it.

So surreal…

"This is so surreal," Kim said, looking back over her shoulder.

"I was thinking the same."

Kim flashed her a smile and craned her neck to watch as best she could.

Shego plonked a hand on top of Kim's head and directed her gaze forwards, not relinquishing her grip until she felt Kim capitulate. Victorious, she gently rested her elbows on Kim's shoulders and stuck her arms out to either side, palms upwards, summoning her glow. She felt an involuntary shiver run through Kim, but that was the extent of her nerves. No other reaction to those hands of death.

"They're safe to touch, if you want?" Shego murmured.

" 'Kay…" Kim whispered as she stared at the glowing appendages. She raised a hand before pulling it back. Then … slowly … she reached out so her palm was resting above the green flames. Hesitating, but only for a second, she placed a hand on Shego's.

Fuck me, Princess! Is there anything you won't do?

"Beautiful," Kim murmured, staring at the emerald glow. She entwined their fingers then turned them this way and that, watching the play of flames around their joined hands.

Shego allowed Kim her moment. It was not something that happened every day. In fact, she had only ever dried her own hair this way, never anyone else's. A first for both of them, and a secret she was not prepared to share as yet.

And… it's… showtime!

She twitched her hand and freed it from Kim's, then sat back as she extinguished her glow. She eyed that mane of damp red hair splayed along Kim's back, hanging loose. A quick adjustment of Kim's shirt and she was ready. Reigniting her glow, she heard Kim's breathing increase as she brought her fingers closer and closer until she rested them against Kim's exposed neck.

She appreciated Kim's gasp and shiver, but this time it was in pleasure as visible goosebumps raced along her skin.

And now…

She slid her fingers deep into that mane of thick, red hair and made her way up and along Kim's head. Kim instantly went limp beneath her, a happy sigh escaping her lips. Shego smirked then deftly adjusted her path and ran her flaming hands down the length of Kim's hair, steam rising in her wake.

She was done in no time at all, her glow most effective at drying. However, she did not want their intimate moment to end this quick. Letting her flames flicker and die, she moved into a proper scalp massage.

Low, happy noises burbled from Kim.

Shego smiled, then spied the bottle of moisturizer Kim had brought out. An idea bloomed that could not be denied. She was not a massage god like Midas, but she had picked up enough to count herself an expert. In no time at all she had squeezed out a dollop of lotion, warmed it between her hands, then brought her fingers back onto Kim's neck.

She frowned, Kim's shoulders tight and rigid beneath her touch.

"Stress. Not you," Kim mumbled as a way of explanation.

That's a lotta fuckin stress! She adjusted the collar of Kim's shirt, then adjusted it again, no easy way to get her hands on the knots. This'd be a hell of a lot easier without her shirt–

"Here," Kim murmured. Without another word she sat up straight and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, holding it tight against her chest. She showed no embarrassment, not even a blush as she brushed her hair over a shoulder and leaned forwards, closing her eyes.

Holy shit! Shego silently exclaimed, mesmerized by the disrobing. She drank in Kim's slim waist before moving her gaze up and along Kim's back, across her shoulders, before plunging down to the curve of her hips and the cleft of her buttocks. So much skin on display. This close, she was confronted with the bruises from their earlier tussle and all the tiny white scars from years past, yet they were all superseded by the fact that…

She's practically naked! Naked in my apartment and wanting me to massage her!

It was her turn to raise a hand then pull it back, swallowing. Wondering if she could do this without making a fool of herself. She shook her head to clear away her lecherous thoughts, focusing back on the task at hand. Slowly… she reached out and placed her hands on Kim's shoulders, half expecting them to be shrugged away. Nothing happened, just the warm, tactile feel of skin beneath her hands.

Phew, Kimmie… the things you do to me.

She lightly traced a nail down one of Kim's faded scars, then mentally rolled up her sleeves.

Right, time to tackle those knots.

She started low on Kim's back, her fingers kneading the tenseness from those muscles. Bit by bit she worked her way up, the knots falling beneath her vigorous attention. Kim's growly moans of appreciation grew louder with each stroke, too cute. She smirked at Kim's shallow breathing, a look of absolute bliss on Kim's face as she loosely held her shirt in place. A little more of this and her make-do covering would be on the floor, and then she would be truly topless

I'm literally massaging her out of her clothes. Which brought up a fond memory. It's not like it hasn't happened to me.

She pressed her thumbs in hard and ran them down Kim's back, slipping them under the waistband of her boxers. Not stopping there, she let her fingers join in, moving her hands around Kim's hips and under her shirt, then up along her ribs, and pulling back just as she reached the swell of her breasts. She had thought Kim was happy before, but the deep, loud moan that Kim let out told her otherwise. It sent tingles through her own body, a need to cross her legs, to rub her thighs together, to find some personal relief from this sensual massage.

Forget that! Get her on the floor and massage her pants off!

There it was, the little devil sitting on her shoulder that always got her into so much trouble. It had sent her spiraling into villainy. Convincing her to do wrong because it was so much fun to be bad.

No. Be good for once.

Or be very, very bad!

Shut it!

You know you want to…

She reached for more lotion, then felt Kim stir beneath her.

"I wish Ron could make me feel this good," Kim mumbled, her voice a million miles away.

What?

"He tries, so hard. He really, really does. But his massages are never this good." Her voice dropped to a mere whisper. "It's never been… good." A sobbing shudder wracked her body. "What's wrong with me?" she asked, staring at the floor.

What's wrong with you? She knew she was missing something, that a step in the conversation had been skipped. "Nothing's wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are!"

"I can't be– There has to be something– We– I–" She covered her distraught face. "Ron and I, there's something I left out…"

Ah!

"That even before our issues, something was off, for me. Something was missing. It–" She found Shego's eyes, blushing as she dropped her gaze. "It feels kinda nice when we make love. He, ah… gets me there, most times. But I was expecting more fireworks, chemistry. For the earth to move, you know?"

It had suddenly become serious. Kim's problem a bucket of cold water on their moment. Shego slid down next to Kim and shuffled around, admiring Kim from the front.

She looked stunning from behind, but like this… Yeah, I got it bad. She could only be so good, so her supportive hand ended up on Kim's thigh. "Kimmie, sometimes two people just aren't made for each other, even if they are best friends." She pictured herself and Drakken. "Or around each other all the time."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I do." She squeezed Kim's thigh. "And, well, thinking about it, maybe guys aren't for you?" She said it with tongue-in-cheek, but saw the shock of it run through Kim.

"Wh-What!? With a– a girl? I'm not– I mean, I don't think I could ever…" Kim whispered, her voice petering out as her cheeks heated up.

Geez! She has to know I wasn't serious?

"How… would I know… if I liked girls, as well?" Kim asked, a faint quaver in her voice.

Shego blinked. Bi was safer than gay, but she knew Kim's sexual orientation was not in question.

How would you know? She bit back a sarcastic reply. While Kim lived a fantastical life, she was still very plain, vanilla. Boring in other words. Ron's got her so screwed up that she doesn't even know which way to look. There's no way she'd question her sexuality if she was happy. She really needs to dump him and to find herself a proper boyfriend.

"Kimmie, I wasn't serious."

"I know… but how would I know?"

She's really not going to let this go, is she? So… "Just find a girl you think you like and kiss her." Doy!

"Oh…!"

Kim looked away then back, her gaze dropping as their eyes met. She shyly glanced back at Shego, her cheeks turning bright red before she focused on the twisting hands in her lap.

What–? Shego thought, before understanding kicked in. OH! She was speechless, her heart beating faster at the mere thought. Should I? One kiss to set her straight? She bit her lip. I'd be doing it for her, not for me.

Liar!

She had done it once before, kissed a girl. It was a drunken college party. She was angry with the guy that she was seeing at the time… She remembered the argument … but not the kiss. This, however, this kiss she knew she would remember.

"Here, let me help." She rose to her knees and shuffled forwards, straddling Kim's thighs. She looked down into big, wide eyes filled with trepidation and wonder. "Because there are some things you just know."

She cupped Kim's cheek, enjoying the breathy exclamation of surprise. The intimate, physical touch sent a shiver along her arm, her attention drawn to those lips. One of Kim's hands found her shirt, gripping tightly. Offering no resistance. And as she leaned in, eyes closing, she curled her fingers in thick, red hair and kissed her. Kissed the life out of her. Lips so unbelievably soft and wanting opening for her, as a long forgotten heat suffused her belly, and lower. She relished the feelings, while somewhere in the background there was a low, deep moan of desire.

She lost herself in the touch, feel, and taste of those lips but eventually pulled away, the two of them breathing hard. Kim's eyes were closed, her head tilted just so, but soon she would recover and Shego would have to face the music.

Waaay to ruin a budding friendship, nimrod! She wondered where they went from here. Why couldn't I just keep it in my pants? She felt the grip on her shirt tighten and realized that neither of them had moved.

Kim's eyes snapped open, a fire in them blazing bright. Shego almost lashed out as she was tackled backwards and onto the floor, Kim on top. Bare breasts flashed before her eyes before hands snaked their way up her body, wrapping themselves in her hair.

"Ki-Kimmie?"

"I have to know, for sure!"

She was enthusiastically kissed, all rational thoughts going bye-bye.

~o0o~

The massage idea came from nowhere, and the characters wanted it, so I just ran with it.

Was Shego going to undress Kim with a sensuous massage or was she going to be good? I leave that up to you to decide.

~o0o~