Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I say would it be a sin (Be a sin)
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows (Oooh)
To the sea (Oooh)
So it goes
Some things are meant to be
Sweet eternity existed in the press of those sensuous lips, thrilling Shego to her core. Twinges of conscience tugged at her awareness, desperately trying to remind her of something important.
She almost stumbled forward as she was suddenly bereft and cold, Kim's warmth a ghost against her skin. As abruptly as her voice had deserted her, it reappeared, blurting the first thing that came to her muddled mind.
“What the hell was that!”
Kim scoffed. “You cannot possibly be that naive.”
“I'm not!” Shego resisted the urge to touch her lips, instead pushing her hair behind her ear. “I'm just wondering what sort of twisted logic brought that about.”
“It's hormones! Logic doesn't enter into it!” Kim glared at Shego, her angry outburst hanging heavily in the air.
“So, what, Kimmie, you got rejected by your little cheerleader friends and decided to come to me for a bit of experimentation?” Shego laughed, the sound caustic against her own ears. “Nice try.”
Kim growled low in her throat and launched herself at Shego. Expecting a punch or a slap, Shego grabbed Kim's wrists, absorbing the impact of Kim's body against her own. She fell back a step, Kim's wrists twisting in her grip. Kim's chest pressed against her own as the redhead closed the rest of the distance between them and violently claimed Shego's lips.
Not once, but twice now, Shego had been caught unprepared for the sudden influx of sensation and contentment that came with Kim's kiss. Brutal and hard, Shego could feel the scrape of their mouths as they slanted over each other. She must have let go of Kim's wrists, as the young woman's hands were now buried in her hair. Her mind was sluggishly trying to process the influx of emotion tinged sensation.
“Can't you just shut up and let this be?” Kim's words were spoken ruefully against the flushed skin of Shego's cheek. She could feel the blush rising.
“I'm a curious person, Kimmie.”
“Shut up.” Kim claimed Shego's lips again, her hands freely roaming over Shego's back and sides. Shego's hands gripped at Kim's hips as she responded to Kim's explosive ardor, wanting so desperately to give in to the hero's desire.
Resolutely, Shego pushed Kim from herself, holding the young woman at arm's length.
“No, Kim. Not like this.”
Kim glared hatefully at Shego. “Like it's my fault, with your body, your eyes, and that damnable suit!” The venom in Kim's words was almost palpable against Shego's skin, making her wince.
“And it's my fault? You're the one who can do anything, for fuck's sake!” Shego's hands gripped Kim's shoulders as hard as Kim gripped her sides. “I hate the way your hair shines in the light! I hate how you are always there, ready and waiting to take me on, no matter what! I hate how goddamned competent you are, at everything, even making me fall in love with you! I hate that!” Shego leaned in, her eyes narrowed as she returned Kim's glare with one of her own. “Do you get it now, Kimmie?”
“Screw you! You're the one with the superpowers! That suit doesn't hide shit, and you know it and use that against me every chance you get, making me lose my concentration because you're so damned hot! I hate that you've got that sexiness in everything you do! I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. I hate that I'm falling for you every bit as much as you do.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, the air between them pregnant with possibility.
Pained, vulnerable, and angry, Shego saw each of her emotions reflected in turbulent depths of green.
Unsettled, she released Kim, stepping back to get some distance, some elusive perspective.
“Where does that leave us.” She didn't think she'd ever sounded so hollow.
“I don't know.”
“This isn't going to change anything.”
“I wasn't expecting it to.”
“It doesn't matter how much we might want it to.”
“Of course. We have jobs to do.”
“I can't resist you.”
“I can still feel your hands.”
The growl came from Shego this time, as she flew at Kim, her hands reaching to grab hold of Kim's shirt. Desperate, hungry, she fed off of Kim's kisses, wishing fervently that this could be enough.
Hoping, praying, that tomorrow would dawn and everything would be fine. She could freely love Kim, without fearing what would happen, that she could take Kim in her arms anytime she wished.
She knew, though.
She knew those dreams were as elusive as any chance of her never seeing Kim again were.