Hawdon, Dedlock, and Vholes had more office space and a larger conference room than Brass and Associates, so the meeting was held in the offices of Kim's lawyers. Jeff ‘Conversation’ Kenge, from Kenge and Carboy attended in the name of Kim's parents and their suit. The media lawyers had been reduced to four by the time all the lawyers, along with Kim and Shego, gathered for the meeting.
It quickly became apparent to Kim and Shego that their attendance at the meeting was superfluous; it appeared their destinies would be shaped with virtually no consultation in regard to their wishes.
The two women sat opposite each other at the end of the table furthest from the door, while the lawyers clustered at the other end. Bob Vholes asked if either wanted anything to drink before the meeting began, and Shego requested a bottle of water.
While waiting for the water Kim said stiffly, “Thanks for admitting you set me up in Cuba.”
“No problem,” Shego remarked. “Just being honest. I believe in honesty.” Kim rolled her eyes. “You really mean that about admitting responsibility for your actions?”
“I'm a lot more responsible than you'll ever be!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! I--”
“Your water,” counselor Vholes said, handing a bottle to Shego. The two women sat quietly as the lawyers at the other end of the table decided their fates.
The pale woman took an occasional sip of water as the lawyers discussed them. It hurt to sit so close to Kim and say nothing, she desperately wanted to stare, but feared getting caught. She did her best to watch the redhead without being obvious.
Bookshelves lined the walls of the conference room and Kim glanced at the titles of the sets of law books with little understanding of what they contained. She was sitting close enough to Shego to smell the perfume pale woman wore, orange blossoms and jasmine. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, bringing the scent of the older woman inside her.
Kim felt that Shego was watching her, but whenever Kim looked directly at her Shego turned away. While they tried their best to ignore each other it became increasingly difficult. Some thought that ‘Conversation’ Kenge, the lawyer for Kim's parents, had adopted his style in order to increase billable hours. Those who knew him personally realized he suffered from a serious birth defect - he was born with no brake on his tongue.
The lawyer's drone was finally more than the redhead could take. She decided to find a way to occupy her time. Kim slipped off a shoe and stretched out her leg, lightly brushing her foot against Shego's leg. The pale green woman was visibly startled, but said nothing. Kim, who had been ready to apologize for the ‘accident’ if Shego said anything, softly brushed her foot against the older woman's leg again. Shego said nothing, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Kim grew bolder, sensuously running her foot up and down Shego's calf. The pale woman closed her eyes, the smile on her face growing broader at Kim's touch. Kim glanced down at the men and women at the other end of the table, lost in arguments with each other and quite oblivious to the two women who had started it all.
Kim adjusted her chair, scooting it closer to the table, then stretched out her leg again. Slowly her foot traced its way up Shego's leg, starting with the ankle, then gliding up the calf. Ever so delicately she slipped her foot along Shego's inner thigh as far as she could, then rubbed it back and forth, stroking the inside of the pale woman's legs.
Shego initially looked startled that Kim was boldly going where no man had gone before, or at least none had gone recently, then quietly adjusted her own chair, moving it closer to the table and repositioning her own body; sliding slightly forward instead of sitting against the back of the chair. Kim smiled at the invitation and looked slightly away from Shego to avoid being obvious if any lawyer looked their way. Shego kept her eyes closed and Kim heard little changes in her breathing as Kim's toes and foot moved ever so slowly deeper between her legs. Kim reached the older woman's panties, and her toe began to very gently move in a small, circular pattern. Shego's breathing was deeper, almost a moan, and she was trying to scoot even further on her chair when Kim suddenly withdrew her foot and slipped her shoe back on.
Shego's eyes shot open, “What?” she demanded loudly, drawing the started attention of the lawyers at the other end of the table.
“Payback!”
“Payback?”
“Yeah, it's a bitch.”
“So am I,” Shego snarled and launched herself across the table. Kim's chair went over backwards and the two women rolled onto the floor.
Their lawyers got up and ran back to see what was happening. They looked on, shocked, as Shego hit Kim repeatedly in the mouth -- with her lips. Shego's right leg was between Kim's, and in an effort to escape her hold Kim desperately rubbed herself against Shego's leg. Trying to distract Shego, Kim reached up and grabbed Shego's blouse at the collar and pulled suddenly down - ripping the fabric and tearing off buttons.
The lawyers watched in horror, “Call the police,” Sampson Brass told Bob Vholes.
The women broke the wrestling match between their tongues for a moment, “Don't call the police,” Kim gasped.
“Get the hell out of here,” Shego barked.
“But--”
“Get out!” Kim ordered as Shego lips closed on her neck, “Oh, God, yes! Hurry, get out!”
Before they could leave they saw Kim fumbling one handed with Shego's belt, trying to get it (and perhaps other things) off.
“We'll continue this meeting in the hall,” Bob Vholes told the other lawyers.
“The hall?”
“Out, now!” Sampson Brass ordered. “Our clients want a little, ah, privacy.”
Kim's foreplay had left Shego in no condition to last long. As soon as Kim had her stripped the younger woman reached between Shego's legs and the pale green woman was gasping in minutes as she climaxed.
That didn't end the fight. Shego rolled Kim off of her and quickly stripped the redhead. “God, you're wet,” Shego exclaimed as she slipped two fingers into the younger woman. Neither knew, nor cared, if it was the foreplay with Shego which had gotten her horny or bringing the other woman to a state of arousal. And it didn't matter…
While the conference room door was not technically soundproof the law firm had made certain it was thick and heavy enough to protect the privacy of conversations conducted there in normal tones. Kim's scream came through the door clearly to the lawyers standing in the hallway. Bob Vholes knocked on the door, “Are you all right? Can I come in?”
“NO!” both women yelled together. “Leave us alone,” Kim added for emphasis.
“Sounds like you may have lost a client,” Sam Brass commented.
“I don't think it will effect my case,” ‘Conversation’ Kenge told counselor Brass.
The media lawyers said nothing. While the turn of events seemed surprising they saw no reason for it to interfere with the contracts their companies had signed with Shego.
Shego lay flat on her back on the floor, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Her head was cradled on Kim's left arm. She turned slightly to look up into the redhead's eyes.
“You're not going to deny you wanted that, are you?” Shego smiled as she brushed a strand of red hair from Kim's sweaty face.
“I don't think I can deny that,” the redhead admitted.
Shego basked in the joy she felt for a minute before growing stupid. “I love you,” she blurted out. Kim hesitated rather than answering, and the pale woman feared she had scared her. “I'm sorry.” I shouldn't have said that.”
“That's okay,” Kim said slowly. “I told you. You confuse the heck out of me. Sometimes, after one of our fights, I'd come home and masturbate as I thought about the fight…”
“When you thought about the fight, or about me?” Shego teased, wanting to turn the conversation away from her confession.
“Huh?”
“I'd hate to think trying to knock my head off is foreplay for you.”
Kim giggled and snuggled closer. Her hair tickled Shego's nose. “Everyone always tells me I'll find the right guy and settle down. You're not the right guy Shego. But I've never experienced anything like this before. I don't understand it.”
It wasn't what Shego wanted to hear. But having Kim in her arms, talking with her, was more than she could have dreamed of this morning.
When Kim snuggled closer it brought her breasts within inches of Shego's mouth. The pale woman resisted temptation, “Do you want to settle down?”
Kim thought just a minute before answering, “No, I don't.”
“Then maybe you don't want the right guy either. Maybe what you need is the wrong woman.”
Kim giggled, and the jiggling breast, so close to her mouth proved too strong a temptation. Kim moaned as Shego's warm mouth closed on her nipple and sucked it to puffy stiffness
Shego broke off sucking to stare at what her mouth had done, “I always wondered about that. It was almost like your tits were pointed when we used to fight. I thought you had some weapon in there designed to puncture me.”
“Don't say that,” Kim said, her voice taking on a serious tone.
“Ohh, why not?” Shego teased, her fingernails gently raking Kim's other breast to produce the same puffy effect.
“I was always self-conscious in gym class, always felt bad because my breasts hadn't filled out the way they had on other girls. Bonnie used to make fun--”
“Shut up about Bonnie, whoever she is, and any other girls,” Shego told her softly. “I think they're perfect. I think you're perfect.” She emphasized her opinion by kissing Kim.
When they broke a minute later for air Kim asked timidly, “Do you remember what you were talking about on the phone the other night?”
“I'm not sure… I'm sorry I lost my temper.”
“You were going to use your tongue on my--”
“Oh, yeah,” Shego gave her an evil grin. “You're a screamer, Possible. Let's see if you're any louder when I use my tongue.”
Even though it was new to Kim and a little awkward she insisted on returning the favor at the same time. Kim was still trying to position herself as Shego spread the redhead's lower lips wide. Kim shuddered with pleasure as Shego gently blew on the sensitive nub. Then Shego tongue flicked out, barely brushing Kim's clit and the redhead moaned loudly. Kim felt like she wasn't doing her part and forced her tongue inside Shego.
The older woman gasped and stopped her efforts for minute, “Not so hard Kim! I don't like it as rough as you.”
“Sorry,” Kim mumbled as best she could.
Kim screamed even louder as Shego sucked on her clit exactly the way she had asked Kim not to do to her. Twice, in fact. Kim refused to give up, however, and had a sense of triumph as Shego began to gasp, then spasmed and grew limp beneath her.
The hall outside the conference room had been deserted. The lawyer for Kim's parent's had returned to his office at Kenge and Carboy. The lawyers for Kim and Shego still had their clients on billable hours, but had moved into Bob Vholes office in order to discuss a possible joint book agreement. A paralegal for Hawdon, Dedlock, and Vholes helped the media lawyers find outside lines in order to call their clients.
Back on the conference room floor a very content Kim repositioned herself on an equally content Shego while the older woman's fingers softly explored the body of the younger woman. Shego's efforts were rewarded with little purrs of happiness from the redhead. Neither cared about the passage of time.
“My dad used to call me Bubble-butt when I was a baby,” Kim sighed. She regretted saying it the moment it slipped out; that was the sort of revelation that could haunt a person for years. But Shego seemed in no mood to take advantage of the slip, she simply kissed the top of Kim's head and continued using her hands.
“Uummm, Shego?”
“Yes?”
“If you don't stop playing with my ass we're going to be having sex again.”
Shego hesitated before replying, “If you're asking me to stop that has got to be the stupidest way of saying it I've ever heard. It makes me want to do this--” Shego punctuated her remark with a move that brought a moan from Kim's lips. “Or maybe this,” Kim's whimpers brought a smile to Shego.
“Not now. God, can we try making love sometime without fighting first? Can I find out someday if I really like you?”
Shego took her hands off Kim's rear, “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Kim said, lifting her face and kissing the older woman, a long gentle kiss that left Shego with no doubt of Kim's sincerity.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight… Maybe. But only if you can get the restraining order off me. I don't want to bring our lawyers along, or get arrested.”
“But if I remove the restraining order you can get as close to me as you want, anytime you want… God, why did I ever want to take out a restraining order against you?” Shego laughed. She didn't really want to move, but finally admitted, “We'd better get out and let them have their meeting room back. I'm going to have a serious case of rug burn if we try a third round on the floor.”
The pair got up and gathered their clothing.
Flashes went off when the two women emerged, smiling and disheveled, from the conference room. Shego was using one hand to keep her blouse closed, since Kim had only left a single button in place.
“Shego,” a reporter asked, “what about you and Kim Possible?”
“We're, uh…” Shego hesitated, unsure how to answer the question.
“Hoping to settle the suit in an amicable fashion out of court,” Kim suggested.
“Miss Possible, your parents still have a lawsuit filed against Shego. Will you be supporting them or Shego?”
“I'm hoping that I can persuade them to drop their suit as well.”
“Did either one of you just get knocked up?” someone called. The question was ignored.
“Are you and Kim an item?” someone else shouted at Shego.
“I don't know how to answer that. Kim?”
“We're exploring our relationship,” the redhead answered.
Shego's response to Kim's answer was a smile which left the younger woman stunned. Shego's smile was beautiful, and the redhead suddenly realized she wanted to see it more often.
“You need to excuse Shego,” Kim apologized. “but she doesn't have time for an interview just now. She's going to ask the judge to remove the restraining order against me, then introduce me to my daughter. And what we do after that is none of your business.”
---The End---