Shego and Kim were looking around the bridge of the Satellite Of KIGO. There were flowers and ribbons placed around the room and a pink and lavender banner over the theater door said “Welcome Debutants”. Rufus, wearing a tuxedo was tying corsages to Kim and Shego’s wrists.
“What is all this?” Shego wanted to know. “What’s your sidekick up to?”
“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. Ron!”
Ron entered; he was wearing a chef’s jacket and hat and was pushing a serving cart laden with warming pans filled with food. He placed it next to a cart holding ice, glasses and drinks.
“Welcome madam-ozells!” He said in a cheesy French accent. “Ah am chef Ronald and Ah ‘ave prepared a buffet for yor dinning play-sure. Allow me to introduce yor ‘ost, me-sure Rufus who ‘as selected zee great tunes for zee dance.”
“OK Ron, before you insult France any more, would you just tell Shego and I what this is all about?”
“Oh, I just thought that it would be nice if you and Shego had a little debutant ball,” he told his friend in his normal voice.
“But Ron, the debutant ball is for girls who are sixteen, I’m seventeen,” Kim told him.
“Yeah, and I’m… older.” Shego pointed out.
“But it’s never too late. Now the reception line starts over there and--“
“Wait a minute, wait, wait, wait” The brunette villain said. “I just remembered something; a debutant ball is where a young lady is introduced into society, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“And it’s sometimes called a ‘coming out party’, right?”
“Uh yeah, sometimes it is,” Ron admitted a little nervous.
“As in ‘coming out of THE CLOSET’?”
“Oh, uh, I guess it could be.”
“Ron! It was just a story!” Kim yelled.
“It’s OK Kim, a lot of people are afraid of rejection.”
“Let ME explain it to him,” Shego offered, firing up a hand.
“No! No Shego, no violence,” Kim told her, taking her arm in both hands and getting close to prevent an attack. “You see Ron? Do you see what you’ve done? Shego’s all upset and she has it bad enough already.”
“Thanks, Kimmie,” Shego sighed, patting the redhead’s shoulder. “You’re being nicer to me than you should be.”
“It’s alright, you’ve had a rough time of it,” Kim said, rubbing Shego’s neck.
“Well I’m sorry,” Ron said. “I was just trying to help. Come on, Rufus, if they want to play ‘Queen of Denial’, it’s none of our business.”
Tossing his hat on the console, Ron picked up the Naked Mole Rat and left. The two women separated.
“Ron means well, he’s really a sweet guy,” Kim explained, picking up a nacho. “You know, it’s too bad; all this food will go to waste. Oh! Oh, Shego! Try some of this nacho, it’s spankin’!”
Shego bit into the tortilla Kim held out for her and smiled. “Oh, that IS good! Take a bite of tamale and tell me what you think.”
Kim held Shego’s hand to steady the treat and took a small bite. “Mmm, mmm! That is to die for!”
The women started eating from either ends, making noises of enjoyment like Mmmm! Ooo! Oh, yes! Ahh! and Yumm! They were like that when they noticed that Ron had returned and was staring at them. They separated quickly.
“I… I left my hat,” Ron explained.
“Oh. It’s… it’s there, Ron,” Kim said.
“Thanks.”
“Oh, thank you for the buffet,” Shego said. “It’s delicious. Was that Munster cheese I tasted in the nachos?”
“Yeah, it’s a recipe I’ve been working on.”
“Well it was very good,” Kim said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There was an awkward pause until Kim spoke up.
“Why don’t you and Rufus fix a plate and join us, Ron?”
“Yeah, OK. We’ll… No time, it’s STORY SIGN!”
They ran for the doors, but Ron ran back to grab the platter of nachos.
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TITLE: Saving Shego
AUTHOR: Wotan-Anubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, I'm not making a profit.
RON: “I tell you, we’re lost! We’ve been past here twice already!”
SUMMARY: Because my attention span is… erratic… I prefer to write short one-shots. However, since my obsession with Kim Possible appears to persist, I think I'll try to write a slightly longer story for once. We'll see how it goes.
PAIRING: Kim/Shego
RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12
SHEGO: “We now return to our story, already in progress.”
Kim stared into the mirror, biting her lower lip. She wasn't sure if she'd put on enough make-up. Although, come to think of it, maybe she'd put on too much make-up. How much make-up was the right amount for a da… a… a meeting with another girl? Did you even have to wear make-up? She'd made a mess of the eye-liner, at least. She'd put it on way too thick, although, on the other hand, maybe it wasn't noticeable enough.
KIM: “Then just throw a bag over your head! Jeeze.”
And the dress. Was that too much? After all, she normally didn't wear dresses. Maybe Shego didn't like to see her in a dress.
SHEGO: “Well, now that you mention it…”
KIM: “Don’t make me hurt you.”
She blushed hotly when a sudden thought flashed through her mind suggesting that Shego would quite like to see her out of a dress and any other garment for that matter.
KIM: “Hey!”
(Evil chuckle from Shego)
Kim stood up and moved back a bit to see her full figure. She looked OK. Elegant, pretty, but not too obviously so. The overall effect was of someone who wanted to look nice because she felt like looking nice without feeling the need to look nice for anyone.
She twirled around to see the effect.
Maybe the dress really was too much. It probably made her too girly and Shego wouldn't like that, right?
RON: “Yeah, you should wear a dress that makes you look MANLY!”
Of course, if you were a girl who liked girls you'd like the girl you liked to look like a girl, right?
SHEGO: “Did you understand any of that?”
KIM: “Not one single word.”
Not like a guy without a Y chromosome, right? Then again, you heard stories.
Well, Shego would just have to take her as she was = a girl who liked to wear make-up and a dress when she went on a… when she had a meeting.
But what if Shego wouldn't take her as she was?
Maybe she'd better change. There was still time, right?
Looking around wildly, Kim noticed that, no, there wasn't any more time.
She whimpered quietly, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then ran for it.
RON: “Running headlong into a wall, knocking herself out.”
The time between Kim ringing the doorbell and Shego opening the door was, roughly speaking, all of eternity. But once the door did open, Kim felt her anxiety draining as she herself melted into a happy little awestruck puddle.
RON: “Eww, total grossness!”
Shego wore a green-and-black dress that wrapped around her body, leaving one shoulder and one upper leg exposed. She hadn't done anything special with her hair and if she had put on any make-up, Kim didn't notice it. Of course, Kim didn't really notice much of anything right now.
KIM: “My brain needed fresh batteries.”
“Hey there Princess,” said Shego. “I was waiting for you.” She looked Kim up and down and the appreciative glint in her eyes filled Kim's body with heat. “You look great.”
“So do you,” said Kim, hoping in vain that she wasn't smiling lamely.
“Let's get going then,” said Shego, stepping into the hallway and shutting the door behind her.
“Uhm, I…” Kim stammered. “I don't really…”
“Don't worry, I'm taking you.”
SHEGO: “For everything you’ve got!”
“OK, sure,” said Kim. “Where are we going?”
“Well, first I considered the movies,” said Shego. “It's traditional and everything. But then again, just sitting in the dark isn't really my style. Then I thought maybe we could go to a club or something, but then I figured that would make you uncomfortable.”
“Why would you think that?”
Shego raised an eyebrow. “Dancing with another girl, our bodies close together as the beat goes on all around us?”
Kim blushed hotly. “Oh. Right.”
KIM: “Shego, what are you writing?”
SHEGO: (With clipboard) “Just taking a few notes… I mean, ‘nothing’!”
“You can see I was tempted,” said Shego. “But…”
“So where are we going?”
“You'll see,” said Shego.
“Come on, please?” Kim asked, taking a hold of Shego's arm and giving her a pleading little pout.
“Sorry Princess, not gonna work.”
“What?” said Kim. “But the pout always works.”
“Not this time,” said Shego.
“Well then,” said Kim. “I guess I'll have to try something else then.”
“Like what?”
RON: “How about a ‘sleeper hold’?”
Kim smiled. “Let me think about it for a while, OK?”
Kim looked up at the building in front of her.
“This?” she said. “You're taking me here?”
“That's right,” said Shego.
“But…” said Kim. “This is… this is Chez Coûteux. The finest restaurant in the area.”
“Good thing I made reservations then,” said Shego.
“I… I can't afford this,” said Kim.
“Don't worry,” said Shego. “I can.”
“But…”
Shego took Kim's hand. “Don't worry, Princess. I'll take care of it.”
Kim nodded. “All right then.”
Shego smiled. “All right.”
KIM: “All right?”
SHEGO: “All right!”
RON: “All right, you two.”
“Father, must we stay here?”
“Yes, Junior, we must. It is vital if we are to ever defeat Miss Possible.”
“But this place is dusty. Not to mention smelly.”
“And much closer to Middleton than our island. It will serve us well for observing her.”
KIM: “But since I usually stay out of dusty, smelly places, good luck.”
“But father, it's a timeshare. They're for… for… people who… you know… aren't fabulously wealthy.”
“Don't worry, Junior. We'll soon have this place fixed up.”
“The sooner the better. The previous tenants didn't even get rid of all their trash.”
“I believe, Junior, that those are doomsday weapons.”
“Can't be. The world's still here.”
RON: “Wow, Junior grew a few brain cells.”
“I believe Miss Possible may have defeated the owner before he had a chance to use them.”
“Whatever. I'm going home.”
“No, Junior, you will stay right here with me.”
“Please. Give me one good reason why I should stay in this stinky little place when I could be working on my tan.”
“I'll cut your allowance if you leave.”
SHEGO: “Obscenely wealthy child abuse!”
“What? You wouldn't.”
“Of course I would, Junior. I'm a villain.”
“But then I won't be able to buy enough Le Goop!”
“Tragic. Still, the choice is yours.”
“Fine. I'll stay. But I won't help with the cleaning up.”
KIM: “Game, set and match to ‘Triple S’.”
It was… later. How much later didn't really matter. It was still dark, so presumably it was still the same evening.
SHEGO: “No, I pass. That one’s too easy.”
Shego stood on the sidewalk, watching as Kim walked up to the front door of her house, paused and turned around. She awkwardly, almost shyly smiled at her before heading inside.
Shego turned to walk away, back to her own place. Tonight had been… well, not perfect. Almost perfect. If only the maitre d', the waiters, the little orchestra and every other patron hadn't turned to stare at her green skin for minutes on end it would have been perfect. As it was, with Kim there, it had only been as close to perfect as makes no difference.
They'd talked. About what didn't matter. They hadn't really talked with words.
RON: “Oinks and chirps worked just as well.”
There'd been glances, smiles, the movement of a hand, all of which had said multitudes more than any word could possibly hope to say.
Shego found herself whistling and stopped. She might be feeling happy, but she would never be that happy.
SHEGO: “If only we had gotten into a fight, it would have been perfect.”
Oh, who was she kidding, she was that happy. In fact, she was practically happy enough to start swinging around lampposts and burst into spontaneous song.
RON: (As Shego, singing) “I’m singing in the rain!”
Normally when she wandered the streets all alone after dark she hoped some mugger would try to attack her so she could beat seven kinds of living Hell out of him. But not now. Now she wanted a bird to land on a nearby branch and sing to her.
KIM: “Oh come on, even Disney doesn’t do that anymore!”
Shego started humming something. She wasn't sure what, wasn't even sure it was a proper song, but that didn't matter. Above her, the moon shone, but wasn't actually full, sitting in some kind of inbetween shape that no poet would ever write about. But that didn't matter either.
Nothing really mattered, because this was the perfect moment.
And it would last forever until she saw Kim again, where a new perfect moment would begin.
Shego chuckled quietly. Was she really getting this sappy? That Possible girl was definitely a corrupting influence on her.
Not that that really mattered.
SHEGO: “Miss Perfect a corrupting influence? This is fiction, all right.”
Kim let herself fall onto her bed and turned to look at the ceiling. She was feeling… Actually, she didn't really know how she felt. Good, great, wonderful - words without meaning. Words without enough meaning.
She closed her eyes and sighed happily. Tonight had been…
KIM: “Dark?”
indescribable. If there had been a false note, it had been all those people staring at Shego. Kim wanted to believe that they had stared because she was so unspeakably beautiful, but she knew that wasn't the case.
But they didn't matter.
RON: “When the revolution comes, they will be the first up against the wall!”
After they'd sat down and dinner had been served, they hadn't even been there. Only Shego had been there, talking about… about… stuff. Kim had tried adding something to the conversation as well, but she couldn't remember if she'd actually managed to succeed. Not that Shego had minded. She was so kind and understanding, so willing to take things slowly, just happy to be with Kim.
KIM: “Since everyone else had disappeared, Shego was happy to be with ANYBODY.”
After they'd sat down and dinner had been served, they hadn't even been there. Only Shego had been there, talking about… about… stuff. Kim had tried adding something to the conversation as well, but she couldn't remember if she'd actually managed to succeed. Not that Shego had minded. She was so kind and understanding, so willing to take things slowly, just happy to be with Kim.
But as she'd sat there, eating a beautifully crafted, highly expensive dinner she couldn't even taste, all she could think of was how much she'd like to kiss Shego again. To feel those lips on hers again. Or how it would feel to dance with her, her body so close to her that she could feel her warmth. How it felt, even, to fight with her. How it would feel to be with her in her apartment, in her room, all alone, together…
SHEGO: “Ohhh, Kimmie!”
A soft moan escaped Kim's lips as her hand slipped between her legs.
How would it feel?
KIM: “Whoa! Next scene! Next scene!”