“So, Shego –” The way they were locked together on the couch, Kim’s face was right next to Shego’s ear, so she could talk to her without anyone hearing. “When’d you first know you were attracted to me?”
That woke Shego – who was almost asleep, so content was she in Kim’s embrace – up quickly. “Huh?”
“During it – Drakken did that impression of you being jealous of me and Ron dating. So you obviously became attracted to me a lot earlier than that. When did you first realise you were?”
Shego turned her head to look at Kim; She didn’t want to break away from the embrace they were in to turn around like she’d normally do. “You wanna ask me that right now? Here, in this place?”
“Well…yeah, I guess.” Kim shrugged.
Shego sighed. “Hmmm - whatever. Uh…we talkin’ like, when I subconsciously knew I was attracted to you, or when I realised but didn’t want to admit it to myself?”
“Um – the former.”
Shego grinned. “Only if you tell me when you knew first, as well.”
“What Uh – aww…you know I hate it when you do that, right?”
Shego pecked Kim on the lips and beelined her eyes into hers. “No. I know you love it,” she said in the sauciest voice she could muster – which was pretty saucy, considering her.
“Nnngh…well, uh…It was the first time I ever saw you: On that security camera feed of you from when you stole that robot tick from Professor Acari’s lab. I hadn’t anyone move so…efficiently before.”
Shego raised an eyebrow. “…‘Efficiently?’”
“Well, that’s not exactly the right word, but I did think you were good. Ask Ron. I said it out loud.”
“I see. Wait – I got caught on that camera? Damn. I never get caught on camera.”
“Uh-huh.” Kim grinned. “What about, uh…that one day, oh… back in-”
Shego planted a full-on frenching on Kim’s lips before the rest could be said. Kim expected something like it, but once Shego’s tongue was wrapped around hers, all she could do was melt. And melt she did.
“And just for your information, Princess – recall that was your idea,” Shego said afterwards.
“You’ve found a great way to skirt the question, by the way.” Kim smiled. “Ya’ gonna answer it?”
“Damn.” Shego snapped her fingers mockingly. “Well, I guess it-”
“BEER’S HERE!” bellowed Big Mike as he ducked through the door carrying some six-packs.
“-’s time to go!” Kim interrupted, releasing her embrace. “I’ll grab Ron and Monique.”
“Oh, hell no! Hell no!” Shego protested. “We’re stayin’!”
“Ron!” Kim called.
“Already out the door, KP!” Ron called.
“C’mon, Shego.” Kim grabbed Shego and picked her up, walking out of the house with her like she was carrying a crying toddler or baby out of the candy aisle of Smarty Mart.
“But – beer!” Shego protested, reaching out towards the goal inside the house.
“Yeah, well, recall you’re only over 21 in the mind now, honey,” said Kim.
“But – But – d’aww…” Shego gave up and just let Kim carry her.
“Bueno Nacho?” Kim asked Ron when they got to their cars.
“Bueno Nacho.” Ron nodded.
“You know, Kim, you two look really cute like that,” Monique noted.
“Huh?” Both women asked at the same time.
“Hey, you’re right, Monique…” said Ron, grinning. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting a picture of Kim holding the widdle baby - NOW, RUFUS!”
A bright flash lit up Kim and Shego’s eyes. Shego shook her head. “Ron, did you just-”
“GET IN THE CAR! GET IN THE CAR!” Ron and Monique laughed as they dove in, buckled up, and locked all the doors before Kim and Shego could reach each either one of them.
“RON STOPPABLE!” Shego bellowed. “ROLL DOWN THIS WINDOW RIGHT NOW - OR I’LL BUST STRAIGHT THROUGH IT!”
“SAME HERE, MONIQUE!” cried Kim, pounding her fists on the window.
But Ron just started the car and drove away. “SEE YOU AT BUENO NACHO!” Monique laughed.
“Bye-bye!” Rufus waved back at the two of them as the vehicle disappeared around a turn.
“Ohhh!” Kim snarled, clenching her fists. “C’mon, Shego.”
Once in Kim’s car, they buckled up, and Shego - who always drove - started the engine with while Kim growled in the passenger seat.
“Oh, when I get my hands on-” Kim huffed, crossing her arms.
“You’re not gonna do anything. At least they didn’t catch us with facial masks on,” said Shego.
“Yeah, you’re – you saw that picture, too?”
“Posted on the villains’ message board by some guy in Sweden,” Shego shrugged. “It was a riot.”
“I’ll bet.” Kim grumbled as she backed out, got on the road, and headed for Bueno Nacho.
“So, Shego – you all ready for MAYHEM IN MIDDLETON III TOMORROW?” Monique asked.
“Steel Toe and Pain King battle for the third championship bout in a row!” added Ron. “It's gonna be sweet!”
“Oh, you know I’m there – and Kimmie’s even decided to come tagging along!” Shego grinned.
“You’re tagging along. I’m letting myself get dragged along,” mumbled Kim.
“Did I hear someone say, “Mayhem at Middleton III?”
Everyone looked up at Señor Senior Sr., who was standing in front of their booth. Perhaps spurred by the incident six months ago, or just on a pure whim of fancy, Senior had decided to retire from the villain business and had - with Kim and Global Justice’s help -relocated himself as owner/manager of Middleton’s Bueno Nacho branch. And business had boomed. Señor Senior Junior, on the other hand, had spontaneously decided that he truly did love the world of supervillainy, and had taken over Sr.’s island, soon becoming a modestly major foe to Team Possible. But by the time that had occurred, Senior had long since disowned him – legally, through the courts.“Yeah, Senior – Pro wrestling AT ITS FINEST!” Ron answered. He looked around. Since buying the fast-food place, Senior had dressed it up a bit – a few TVs were scattered throughout the place, and a bar-style front counter with the stools and all had been put in. It gave it more of a modern/old diner feel. “Man, Senior, you know how to spiffy a place up. This place looks even better than it used to look.”
“You think so?” asked Sr., the look on his face showing he was clearly delighted with the compliment.
“Yeah, I really like the material you used in these new booth chairs – it’s so…comfortable.”
“I thought the rich Corinthian leather would be a nice touch to the place, no?” asked Senior.
“Oh no, man – it’s perfect!” Monique responded before Ron could. “I could just sink into these booths…”
“Ah, very well, then. Now, I wish to chat more, but I must go and clean the restrooms – Ricardo failed to show up again.” Senior sighed. “I fear I may have to fire him. It is too bad. He is a very skilled janitor, and a joyous person to be around - but his work ethic is absolutely terrible…”
“Every boss has to fire an employee at one time or the other, Senior. It’s no big,” Kim reassured him.
“Yes, I know, Kim. But I kind of fear doing it.”
“Why would that be?” Shego asked.
Senior drooped his head and sighed. “I fear doing so may re-ignite the fires of the villain inside me. It is a fire I wish I could put out completely. But I will never be able to, sadly – I wouldn’t be me without it.”
“You got that right,” said Shego, winking at Kim.
“Wait – is that Jack Hench on the news?” Monique asked.
“Huh? Senior, could you turn that TV up, please?” Kim asked as she looked up.
“But of course, Kim Possible,” said Senior, carrying out the request.
“HenchCo, after several complaints from villains’ families concerning children who had stumbled upon them, has actually asked the FDA to classify its Attitudinator product as a Banned Device and has personally called for a recall so all of the models of the product that were made can be destroyed.”
“Hmm…” Senior rubbed his chin. “Now that man knows how to run a business properly.”
The figure stayed in the darkness – yet still advanced.
“Who are you? GET AWAY FROM ME!”
The dark shadow pointed. A growling smaller shadow leapt out from behind it.
“Get – huh? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Hey, whatever happened to that one Attitudinator you had, Kimmie?” Shego asked.
“What Attitudinator?”
“The one that caused ol’ Ronnie here to become ‘Zorpox the Conqueror,’ Shego snickered.
“Hey, are you gonna lord that over me for the rest of time?” Ron asked.
“Ennhhh – pretty much,” Shego replied. “Though, I must admit, I kinda wish it’d been ‘Sheela the Catwoman’ who’d come under the influence of that. Imagine – Sheela and Shego, working together…”
“I’ve still got the suit, if that’s what you want to see me in, Shego,” Kim responded, waggling her eyebrows.
Shego swatted the air teasingly at Kim, seductively narrowing her eyes. “Rrrrowl…”
“Okay – too much info…” Monique cut in.
Beep beep beep-beep! The Kimmunicator rang. “What’s the sitch, Ken?” Kim asked.
Ken Du, the head of Global Justice, was now Team Possible’s liaison since Wade – after losing his mother to Tara’s killing machine poodles, but blaming her death on Kim - had declared he’d never work with Kim again and promptly skipped town. Ken, however, was almost on par with Wade’s skills, easily. He did have one major advantage over Wade, however – he could actually fight in the field.
“Kim, we’re getting reports of dog attacks-”
“Mad Dog attacks?” Ron interrupted.
“Ron, look at me,” said Monique.
“Huh-mmph!” was all he could muster as Monique locked him in a deep kiss. As she made out with her boyfriend, Monique waved behind Ron's back at Kim to go on with the Team Possible business at hand.
“Thank you, Monique,” Shego said.
Monique gave a thumbs up while she still had her lips locked with Ron.
“Sorry, Ken – what was that again?”
“Global Justice has been getting reports of dog attacks-”
“Falsetto Jones. Easy.”“Uh, small dog attacks-”
“So he switched breeds.” Kim scoffed. “So not the drama.”
“-in Iceland.”
END CHAPTER THREE