Drabble Challenge


Picnic


by
Lex 'Spork' Tenou


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TITLE: Drabble Challenge

AUTHOR: Lex 'Spork' Tenou

DISCLAIMER: Just a reminder, all of my stories are always published under the CreativeCommons Attribution Non-commercial Share Alike license. This means that so long as you credit me and don't make any money offa it, you can appropriate my ideas. Oh, and I'd really appreciate it, if you DO want to appropriate any of these ideas, if you'd license your story in the same way.

SUMMARY: Drabble Challenge. Drabble is a story either 100 words long or a maximum of 500 words.

TYPE: Kim/Shego

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

NOTE: To begin - for Mag's pic ‘Lunch‘ for the Kigo100 because it was the first to pop up when I looked at my DA favorites.

Cighal has requested “Do one of Shego and Kim having a picnic.”

Words: 367


“Remind me why I agreed to this?”

Shego frowned as a platter of chilled fried chicken was pulled from the gaping maw of the wicker picnic basket.

“Because you're contractually obligated to do anything Drakken asks of you, and he gave you to me for the day.” Kim examined the plastic container of potato salad. “Hmm…do you like southern potato salad?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

Kim shrugged and placed the container next to the chicken. Her hand dissappeared into the depths of the red and white checked lining that hid any further view of what lay in store for the villain.

“Have you ever tried pralines? Nana sent me some and I've been waiting.”

“Yeah, they're a dentist's dream.” She couldn't keep the heavy sarcasm from her tone. She barely tried.

Two metal forks were plucked from the padded lid, along with two china plates.

“You seriously expect me not to stab you?”

The grin she recieved could only be called “wicked”.

“Try reaching for the potato salad before I do and we'll see who makes with the stabbing.” A quick wink and the red hair fell forward as Kim turned her attention to the array of foodstuffs.

Shego blinked. That was new.

She watched the redhead as she piled her plate with fried chicken and potato salad. She glanced up, their eyes catching across the spread.

Heartbeats stretched between them as neither broke the stare, lengthening it far beyond propriety. She wasn't sure what was so captivating about those green eyes. Perhaps it was the confusion. Perhaps it was the stubbornness.

Regardless, she stared. She wouldn't dare give in now. The distant chirp of crickets sounded counterpoint to the faint pick-up football game that had started up across the park.

“Heads up!” A flying disc winged its way directly for Kim's back. She knew that because she broke her gaze away, assessing the threat and seeing it would land harmlessly six feet away.

As the disc landed, she cursed herself. She had looked away first.

“Want some chicken?” Kim held out her plate, piled high with chicken and potato salad.

A smirk curved Shego's lip. “Yeah. I think I'm hungry.”

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