I've seen it all I've got nothing to prove
Come on baby just make your move
Follow me lets leave it all behind tonight
Like we just don't care
Let me take you on the ride of your life
That's what I said alright
They can say what they wanna say
Cause tonight I just don't even care
Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever
Let me show you all the things that we could do
You know you wanna be together
And I wanna spend the night with you
Yeah, yeah with you yeah, yeah
Come with me tonight
We could make the night last 4ever
Lets pretend you're mine
We could just pretend, we could just pretend, yeah yeah
You got what I like
You got what I like, I got what you like
Oh come on
Just one taste and you'll want more
She'd had a chance.
She could have reached out, pulled Kim into her embrace and kissed her with every bit of the agonized love that was coursing through her with every heartbeat.
What had she done?
She'd run.
Like a coward, she'd run.
The multitudes of stars twinkling overhead in the clear night sky were barely visible through the light pollution from Middleton. She wished, sometimes, that she could travel back to the days of the ancients, when the night sky was free of pollutants, allowing the human mind to draw on the connect the dots puzzle that was the sky. Maybe she'd see one that reminded her of the young woman that had been on her mind constantly.
Sighing, Shego stood, brushing off her pants. She'd declared herself off work until tomorrow and she planned on taking full advantage of that.
She supposed she could have taken these last few weeks as paid vacation, but smacked too closely to a cop out for her to be comfortable with it. After everything they'd been through together, she figured she owed Dr. D at least these last days.
She really should tell him that she wasn't sticking around. Professional courtesy and all that.
Though given his penchant for overreacting, she would probably be better off waiting until her contract was up.
This love shit was overrated. It was turning her into a sap.
If it got her closer to Kim, though, she didn't care. She'd shout it from rooftops if she needed to.
God...she was turning into a sap.
Growling, her hand impacted her thigh. Pain erupted in fist and leg, making her wince.
Served her right.
How she wished she had the ability to just...walk away from this. To leave, without a word, without an explanation, to fall into Kim's embrace...
Her jaw clenched. Ten days. Ten days of listening to that man's whining and posturing. Ten more days of no Kim.
She was going to go insane, she knew it.
She was edging closer to insanity with each breath, all brought about because of that blasted hero. A growl rent the stillness and a rush of air was all that was left of the conflicted woman.
The steady rhythm of her fists against the canvas punching bag served as a meditative assist, allowing Kim's reality to narrow until it was naught more than circle of light that illuminated the slick sweat of her skin. Beating the crap out of her punching bag, while crude, allowed for a vent to the frustration so easily triggered by a certain svelte woman. She couldn't remember the last time she'd needed a physical release this badly. Then again, she'd never been in this situation before.
Stopping abruptly, she hugged the bag, stilling it's violent swinging. Panting lightly, she stared at the far wall, absently brushing her sweat soaked hair behind her ear.
It would be too easy to hide, to run, and deny all this could be. To refuse this gift she thought she'd been offered...it would be the simplest of things. Could she do it? Could she resist?
No.
Her head dropped against the bag as she sighed heavily. She'd made her own bed by acknowledging these feelings and by speaking them aloud.
She had to stick with it, regardless of what Shego wanted. She had to know how Kim felt. If there was to be any hope for anything more substantial than acquaintances, they had to be honest with each other, offering of themselves as openly as they fought.
God help her, she couldn't resist Shego.
Maybe she should leave. Make things easier on the hero she'd so stupidly fallen for. She stared at her clenched fist, idly igniting. The delicate scent of calla lilies danced over the membranes of her nose, rich and subtle.
They reminded her of Kim.
Growling, she dashed her hand to her side, allowing her fire to die. She had to give in.
She had to try. Regardless of what it would mean for her, she had to try.
She had to tell Kim how she felt.
Dropping her head, she continued back to Dr. D's lair, resolve settling along her spine. She would tell him she was leaving after her contract ended, that she was going to immediately go and pour her heart out to the woman she'd been fighting against the entire time she'd been in Dr. D's employ.
Shoulders slumped. She couldn't do that. He'd remind her of how impossible it was, how much she had done against Kim, of every...damn...hit.
Her head dropped, jaw clenched against the tears pricking at the back of her closed eyelids.
Did Kim even want a relationship with her? Would she be a momentary diversion, a dalliance before Kim went off to college? A roll in the hay?
The pull of tape against her skin was a steady pressure as she unwrapped her hands. The sweat darkened tape unrolled from her hands, reluctant against the crease of her palm. Blood coursed through the abused skin of her hands as she slowly clenched and unclenched her fists.
She probably just wants one time.
The thought careened through her head, echoing in the stillness of her mind. She stared at her slowly moving hand, blinking steadily.
There wasn't anything that would lead her to think that Shego wanted anything more than a dalliance. If that. To think she'd want anything more was folly, a hope born of addle brained desire.
She really needed to stop thinking with her libido. That was what got her in trouble in the first place. If she had her way, they'd go out, someplace nice, spend time together in quiet companionship, rather than the pulse pounding fights they usually engaged in.
Which wasn't to say that pulse pounding encounters didn't have their merits. Their last one had been particularly memorable.
She dropped her hand to her side and sighed heavily, throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling.
Just ten days. She could last that long.
She had to.