Kimmie must be getting desperate, Shego thought.
The “Michelin Man” suit had its good points, but clearly it wasn't going to work. The next outfit, obviously designed by someone who had been watching WAY too much anime, had been a disaster from the start. And the purple goop - well, back to the drawing board with that one.
Princess had to be reaching the point where she'd do practically ANYTHING to get her old mission clothes back.
Shego purred. She liked the sound of that. Anything.
Her phone rang. Shego let it ring for a few moments before she checked Caller ID and lazily picked up the receiver. “Hello, Pumpkin,” she murmured.
“Hello, Shego,” Kim said cautiously.
“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I - I need something from you.”
“You ARE a horny little minx, aren't you?”
“Shego!” Kim hissed. “You KNOW what I'm talking about.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Shego said. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Kim sighed. “Those, um, mission clothes of mine you have? I kinda need them back.”
“Kim, I thought those were a gift! Or maybe ‘trade’ is more accurate, since I seem to remember giving you one of MY outfits too.”
“Shego!”
Shego laughed. “I can picture your face, Kimmie. You must be red as a beet right now.”
“Shego, it's the only intact set left in the whole world,” Kim said helplessly. “I need my mojo back.”
“Oh please, you couldn't lose your mojo if you tried,” Shego said. She snorted. “You've just been making some worse fashion choices than usual lately.”
“Shegooooo,” Kim growled, growing exasperated.
“All right, Kimmie. I'll let you have it back on a TEMPORARY basis, until you find something new,” Shego promised. “But I have a couple conditions.”
“Anything,” Kim said. “Within reason,” she added after a moment.
“One, you take good care of it. Like you said, it's the only one left, and personally I enjoy our little roleplay sessions.” Shego remembered the last time, just a few weeks ago, and she gave a little happy sigh. “And two, when you DO find something that works for you, it had BETTER not have baggy pants. I want to be able to SEE those calves of yours.”
“I promise,” Kim said, sounding relieved that it had been no worse.
“Oh, and three,” Shego said, striking now that she'd lulled Kim into a false sense of security, “I want you to tell the sidekick about us.”
“B-but, Shego! He'll be - “
“Heartbroken? He'll live. It'll be worse if you keep waiting.”
Kim didn't answer.
“You said anything, Cupcake. If you didn't mean it - “
“All right, all right!” Kim said quickly. “You can be such a bitch, you know that?”
“I know,” Shego agreed gaily. “Then we have a deal. You can come over now and get it, if you want.”
“I'll be right there,” Kim told her.
“Just one thing, though - you're gonna have to strip it off of me,” Shego whispered before she chuckled and hung up the phone.
The End.