Wearing night clothes never felt so cold
Wish we were a little older
Restless souls
I cant hold this ladder for too long
Wont you open up your window
Come outside on
Friday night
Baby are you sleeping
Friday night
My heart is still beating
Its alright
Curfew's gonna break my heart,
So come and meet me in the dark
Friday night
You're under the covers
Friday night
We could be lovers
Its alright
Open up your sleepy eyes
Come alive, come alive on Friday night
Night birds called to each other merrily, their nocturnal song strangely soothing. The festive droning chirp of crickets thrummed underneath, a counterpoint to the trilling birds. The crisp smell of the condensing dew hung heavily in the air, underscored by the wafting musk of the forest.
Shego ignored it all as she threaded through the underbrush. She could not care less about the soft crunch of grass under her feet, or the wan light of the slivered moon.
What she cared about lay ahead, asleep in a snug bed, curled tightly around that damned stuffed beast, Pandaroo. Shego had never been jealous of an inanimate object before. It was quite the novel experience.
If she cared to, she could find a dozen reasons why just walking through these words was a horrific idea. She needed but one to decide to do it anyway.
She wanted to.
She was coming closer to the edge of the forest, where it barely thinned before abruptly becoming backyeard. Pushing off from the ground, she launched herself amidst the branches of the large oak that butted against the edge of the yard. It's thick branches welcomed Shego into their embrace, swaying slightly from her added weight.
Swinging and pulling herself upward, Shego stopped her ascent when she drew alongside the darkened window to Kim's room. If Kim wasn't away on an overnight mission, then she was asleep. Shego assumed Kim was there. She had no reason not to be, this night.
Shego shifted on the sturdy tree branch under her feet, sliding down until she was perched, sitting, on the thick branch. The bark dug into the backs of her thighs, and a leaf was tickling her ear. A twinge of annoyance led to the leaf being ripped from the tree and let loose upon the night breeze. Shego watched it twirl and dance in the quiet night air.
So far, it looked like Step One was progressing nicely. Then, it would be time for Step Two.
Unfortunately, Shego hadn't yet worked out what Step Two was, precisely. She knew Step Three. Step Three was Victory, Kim Possible in her arms for all eternity.
Now if she could only figure out Step Two…
She smiled to herself. Winging it after stepping up the pressure had always worked wonders. Besides…Kim had a way of making plans change at the drop of a pin.
Sitting here, in the dark, was enough to make Shego feel close to the woman she wanted. It was rather interesting. She'd have to try this again sometime.
She wondered if Kim had realized that Shego had changed their game. The stakes had skyrocketed. She was willing to bet that the sidekick had picked up on something. After all…he had been watching the fight.
Regardless, Kim would soon know. There would be no way she couldn't.
The old adage, “know thyself” held true. Shego tried to follow that edict, pondering the state of her life and where she was going on an occassional basis.
It was through introspection that she'd realized her attraction to Kim. She hesistated to call it love, per se, since she essentially knew so little about the young woman. She was more than comfortable acknowledging the desire to run her bare hands over Kim's nudity, from thighs to shoulders and back…
If she were a different person, she might have long ago climbed in through Kim's window. She might have blackmailed her…or perhaps there would have been no pressure necessary.
Stealing diamons and science projects was one thing.
Stealing virginity was something else entirely.
To her way of thinking, virginity should never be taken or stolen. It must be accepted as the precious gift it was. Her own first time, ancient though it was, was memorable.
Sophomore year of high school had been quite the learning experience. Shego smirked at the memory. It wasn't her fault she was naturally gifted at everything she tried.
She wondered if the same would hold true for Kim. The young woman was excessively adept. She would, most likely, exceed Shego's wildest hopes and dreams.
That is, provided the three step plan worked.
She hoped no one ever asked her about her thoughts on wooing.
Wooing.
Heh.
What did she know of wooing? She supposed she could do some research this weekend and rifle through Dr. D's pitiful DVD collection. She was certain she'd seend some insipid romantic comedies in there.
Maybe a day at the bookstore was in order. There should be books on this kind of thing, shouldn't there?
Yeah, right. “How to Woo Your Archnemesis for Dummies, Volumes One and Two”.
God…she needed help. She'd never ask the only person she knew of who could help her. She'd be damned before she asked for Stoppable's help.
Even if he was in her corner.
Shego shook her head. Enough of that. Back to naked Kim.