Kim rolls around with Shego under the sheets, it's practically a redux of their first night together. So it's not as good, but Kim practically begged Shego to burn all of her clothing off again. She's also still weak from her beatdown with Cagan three weeks back now, and her jaw has a very limited range of motion.
Shego does introduce a new move though, she runs her hand down Kim's back and ignites it with pleasure from top to bottom. But after a while, they're both exhausted. Kim wishes she could top tonight but it's just not there, so she just lays there panting, curling into Shego's body.
It's… wonderful. She feels safe like this. Feeling Shego's bare flesh. She's already wrapped up in a suit, so protected from touch. Like this, they're both as vulnerable.
"I like the new stuff," Kim whispers.
"Cool," Shego smirks to herself. "Honestly, it's cool you, uh, like it."
"Really? I mean it's innately pretty nice," Kim slides her chin onto Shego's shoulder, holding her tight. "You have bad experiences?"
"Yeah," Shego groans. "Lots of ladies running scared stiff from the green lady. It's too much for them, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you can handle me."
"Oh, I handle it," Kim bites down on Shego's neck gently, just little love bites. "I have good news."
Shego suddenly flips over and rests her arms against the backboard of this fancy ass bed in this fancy ass hotel room. Kim rolls back on top of Shego, pressing down on her. "I have a great lead on the Ron case."
"Oh," Shego grunts, rolling her eyes. "You want to talk shop right now?"
Kim frowns. "Yeah, I'm excited about it. It's been distracting me a lot, but I talked to Monkey Fist and—"
She explains the Monkey Idol sitch to Shego, how it's very likely those are the exact things she needs to stop Ron. "—it might take years, but—I'm in for the long haul."
Finally, Shego breaks into a smile. "I'm glad, Kimmie, that's great. He, um, he hasn't been bothering you, has he?"
Kim hesitates. Ron hasn't exactly been bothering her persay… but he is in contact with her now, and Kim isn't sure if she wants Shego to know that, because she knows how Shego will react. She'll get all defensive and maybe smother Kim with more kisses, but that's not really how she wants it to go down. So she switches topics, with the nagging thought that her contact with Ron is probably unhealthy and she should know better than to enable him.
"These hotel rooms are so expensive, huh?" Kim asks, tracing little circles on Shego's breasts.
"Oh, um," Shego bends her head back to look, blushing because she was definitely just checking Kim out. "Hotel is… um… yeah, pricey. But like, we get paid so much it's not a big deal."
Kim presses her lips into a thin smile, finally rolling off Shego and landing besides her. She pulls the blanket back over her, her heated body cooling down. "I haven't actually used any of mine yet."
"Really?" Shego raises an eyebrow. "You've done, what? Museum heist, Global Justice heist, Monkey Fist heist, nuke thing with Falsetto Jones, and this Cagan crap. Five missions? Kimmie, you're probably loaded."
"Yeah," she sighs wistfully. "I'm just… um… nervous."
"Nervous. About spending money?"
"About spending a lot of money, yeah," Kim looks away.
She has a secret bank account that Hank set up for her, complete with its own black debit card. It's in her wallet right now, she just hasn't taken it out yet.
"I don't know what to spend it on," Kim admits. "The obvious thing is a new place to crash, my, um, roomies haven't been… the best lately."
"Oy, they messy?"
"No, they're—" she rolls away and stares at the lamp. "—scared of me."
"Oh shit, Kim."
"Yeah," Kim says softly. Her girlfriends have been so important to her. They have supported her through so much, especially the break-up and now most of them won't even look at her.
She tells herself most days that she should leave because she doesn't need to live in a place like this anymore, and that someone with less money should take the cheap rent room but it's not that at all.
"I might drop out of school too," Kim sighs. "It doesn't make sense for me to be there, and, and, with the roomies it's just like… that'd be everything. I wouldn't even need to stay in New York."
Shego's fingers hook onto Kim's shoulders, gently doing their thing.
"I'm not scared of the work we do or anything," Kim frowns. "But I'm worried I'll lose myself in it. If I walk away from everything I had before—well—it'll be easier." She bites her lip. "Sorry, I'm getting too dark. We don't have to talk about it…"
"Kimmie," Shego flips over Kim and thumps besides her, looking at her seriously. "If you need to talk about something, you need to talk about it, and you can talk about it with me. Uh, and as someone who has been feared before—I get it. It sucks. You keep telling yourself that your old friends are just making shit up in their heads, and then you think about the people you've killed…"
"Yeah," Kim interrupts. "Yeah, same page, you don't need to… um, yeah. Yeah."
A finger pokes Kim's chin and gently lifts her face back up. Shego's smiling. "You're still the Kimmie I know, okay? And I got your back."
Ron used to say that a lot, I got your back, KP. But he really didn't. Shego's not like that though.
"I want to spend more time with you," Kim says abruptly. "I don't like that we don't get to see each other that often. I guess—if I did leave my current living sitch it would be easier."
"No," Shego takes both of Kim's hands in hers. "You don't need to change your whole life to be with me. You've already done that like six times over. I'll figure something out."
Kim opens her mouth, but there isn't really anything to say, so she just breathes and snuggles in closer with Shego. Eventually, she falls asleep
and it's nice.
Kim keeps getting distracted by the snowfall, it's just so pretty, especially when you're this high up in New York. It's wild how Christmas is already around the corner. Honestly, she's not ready for it. After seeing her parents twice in the past month, she's getting overwhelmed. Why are these holidays so close together anyways?
It's Final's week too, making things even worse. Kim is definitely planning on coasting through on Cs, which is why she's at Bonnie's penthouse and not the library. Library would help her be more focused, but Bonnie's penthouse makes her feel happy. She likes seeing how successful Bonnie is.
Bonnie comes in from behind and surprises Kim with a shoulder massage through her thick ass woolen sweater. It makes Kim giggle. But it also makes her feel a little guilty. "Hey," she says at the same time Bonnie also says "Hey."
Kim spins around and sees Bonnie clad in her pajamas with two hot chocolates in hand. "I'd say you go first, but you're about to offer me a hot chocolate," Kim smirks. "Please and thank you."
Bonnie slides into the seat with Kim, handing over the mug to her. "What's up with you? I saw you in the news a few times, and got kinda worried."
"Yeah," Kim sighs. Bonnie did text Kim a few times, and she did a bad job responding. She also told her not to come to the hospital for her. Something about seeing Bonnie while in that state just didn't feel right. "I'm hanging in there, um, I just wanted you to know though that—uh—heh, I'm seeing someone."
Bonnie's mouth immediately flips up into a smile. "You really like her, don't you?"
"Huh?" Kim feels the heat in her cheeks, oof. She's always so transparent. "Yeah, I do. How do you know it's she ?"
"Easy," Bonnie sips from her mug, leaving her lips imprinted at the top. "You prefer women when you're being a sad girl. Is it Shego?"
Kim grins. "Yeah, I made it work out."
Bonnie pats her on the shoulder and moves to bring over a chair for herself.
Kim's glad that went over well, could've been worse. Granted, Kim feels kind of bad now for expecting Bonnie to jel or something.
Kim looks back out to the snow. "We met through work, or like, she brought me in."
"Oh," Bonnie says over the loud creak of chair legs dragging against the tiled floor. "Through work, so…" She lands besides Kim and rests her elbows on the back of the chair. "...is it okay for me to ask?"
Kim turns back to see her. "You're putting some pieces together."
"Yeah," Bonnie frowns. "You weren't ambushed by mobsters, you were after them, weren't you?"
Kim technically isn't supposed to comment, like officially, but she just shrugs. It's only Bonnie. "Yeah. I kinda fell into all this. That's why I've been kinda distant."
"Hm," Bonnie sips more of her hot chocolate. "That would check out, I guess. I'm assuming you're on a break now?"
"Sort of," Kim looks back to her 'studies' which aren't studies at all. "I have to crack a case before I can do a mission, unless something comes up but I'm not expecting them to give me anything for a while."
"That's good," Bonnie sighs. "You like it?"
"Yeah." It's too complicated to really explain without giving away the details. "Are you like… okay with me talking more about it?"
Bonnie shrugs. "Whatever's clever."
Kim looks back at her, thinking. There's something Bonnie wants to ask, but won't. Possibly because she's trying to be considerate, but damn, she can see the question right there.
It's the way Bonnie's eyes aren't really focused, and the way her mouth crinkles, her shoulders slightly hunched, the tentative way she sways back and forth. She's confused, because Kim is aloof, and she's worried why Kim is telling her now because—like—they're together now? Would Kim have told her earlier if they had hung out?
Suddenly, this stretch of time is expanding in both of their minds. Are they growing apart?
Kim doesn't want that. Bonnie's her best friend.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Kim says and smiles when she notes the relief in Bonnie's face, the way she just slightly gasps inadvertently. "Really truly, B."
"K, it's cool," Bonnie musses Kim's hair. "I miss you."
Last time Kim saw Bonnie, it was because Ron had just hit her.
Yet Ron is the one Kim had dinner with the other night. C'mon Possible, get your priorities straight.
"So this piece is actually confidential," Kim says, nuzzling closer to Bonnie and letting her see what's on her laptop. "I'm looking for monkey idols."
"Monkey idols?!" a high pitched voice that's definitely not Bonnie squeaks.
Kim whirls around and sees a gaping Junior. Shit. "Junior, get out of here."
"Yeah Junior," Bonnie spits out automatically. "Go watch TV or something."
Junior frowns and walks away like a Charlie Brown character on a bad day.
Well.
That was easy.
"Monkey idols," Kim repeats. "I need four of them, but they're a bitch to find."
"Monkey… idols…" Bonnie repeats to herself. "Doesn't Ron have monkey powers—"
Kim just gives her a look.
"Oh," Bonnie nods. "I—wow, okay. You're really working, then."
"I am," Kim doesn't mean to sound so cold. It's just, this shit is gnawing at her noggin. She has no clue how to find something like this, but to be fair, she's basically just been Googling "monkey idol" and refreshing every time she doesn't find what she wants.
Honestly, she needs help. She needs someone smart .
Which means Wade.
But that doesn't feel right, it wouldn't be fair for him. Come to think of it though, she misses Wade too. She keeps telling herself it's okay, she's been busy with work and Shego—but she doesn't even see Shego that much. Maybe twice a week tops.
How is it possible that she's even more alone now? That's so effed. But it seems to be the case.
"Monkey idol," Junior harumphs, standing behind them with crossed arms. His face is screwed up in indecisiveness.
Bonnie turns on him. "Junior, what the fuck did I tell you to—"
"I know where one might be," Junior sticks his nose in the air.
Kim turns on him now, eying him suspiciously. "Are you just saying that because you want to be included?"
He pauses to consider that. "Yes. But it is true."
"Ugh, okay, I'll bite," Kim sighs. Desperate times and all that.
"Father purchased one as of late," Junior grins. "It was expensive so he had to have it. It's on display in our villain's villa."
"Junior, you're hardly a villain anymore," Bonnie pats him on the shoulder. "Let it go."
"I know," he pouts.
Kim leans back, thinking. It's that easy, huh? Senior just has a monkey idol lying around… if she can get confirmation on that by a more reliable source, she could almost certainly have half of the monkey idols in the next two weeks.
Maybe this won't be so bad. "Thanks, Junior," Kim sighs begrudgingly. "I'm going to try to steal it, to give your father something to do. Don't tell him."
"Okay." God he's such a pushover. It makes her feel sorry for him.
Kim looks back to Bonnie and grips her hand. "Well, my research is done. Wanna grab some food with me?"
Bonnie frowns. "Don't you have studying to do?"
Kim shakes her head and slips her jacket back on. "C'mon. Let's catch up."