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. 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.
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 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? Of course, if you were a girl who liked girls you'd like the girl you liked to look like a girl, right? 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.
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. 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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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?”
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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
It was… later. How much later didn't really matter. It was still dark, so presumably it was still the same evening. 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. 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.
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. 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.
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.
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… 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. 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…
A soft moan escaped Kim's lips as her hand slipped between her legs.
How would it feel?