After a few quick phone calls to the States, Kim and Shego were able to settle down and enjoy a day’s well-earned rest in the city of St. Andrews. The children would be looked after by Kim’s parents, though she hinted to her mother that they should let Monique spend as much time with the babies as she wanted. Wade agreed not to contact them until they called him first, and Ron was holding down the fort in Middleton.
“Let’s see what this burg has in the way of nightlife.”
Shego threw her overnight bag on the bed of their hotel room. The Queen Mary Hotel was a beautiful old building that had been renovated to offer the latest in modern conveniences. She peeled off her mission outfit and carefully folded it before stashing it in a hidden pocket of the small carry-on bag. Being a former world-class villain and hench-person meant that she’d long since learned how to travel both light and incognito.
On their way from the Old Course to the hotel, they had stopped a few shops to buy some clothing; their battle against Duff Killigan having ended successfully, they’d learned from Wade that they wouldn’t be able to fly home until the following morning. So it was perfectly justified that they have some nice things to wear.
“Kimmie, did you fall in or what? I said let’s get out and par-tay!”
Kim had been in the bathroom for what seemed like an hour, but Shego was more than willing to concede her wife some time alone. The fight against the mad golfer had turned out to be a little more intense than either of them had expected and Kim had narrowly escaped serious injury not once, but twice. Shego still couldn’t understand how Kim had been so fortunate, but then chastised herself for thinking of Kim as anything less than the skilled fighter and athlete that she was.
“Princess, can you hear me? What the deal?” Naked except for a pair of black panties, Shego walked to the bathroom door and knocked.
“I’ll… be right out. Get that short green dress out for me, will you?” Shego grinned and clapped her hands together; she always loved it when her younger wife chose to wear something green, Shego’s favorite color. Green, green and black, or naked were her preferred dress codes.
Kim opened the bathroom door to a rolling fogbank of steam. Every mirror and window in the room immediately filmed over with a layer of moisture. Shego barely had time to notice that every inch of the slender woman’s skin was scrubbed as pink as a boiled lobster.
“Damn, Kimmie, did you leave any hot water? I don’t mean just here, but in the entire country.”
“I certainly did! I just got all nasty and sweaty back at the golf course.”
Kim flipped her wet hair up out of her face and proceeded to dry it, sitting herself down on the bedspread and crossing her legs. Shego had turned her back in order to open a window lest all of their clothes and the furniture become damp from the steam. When she turned back around, her breath caught in her throat.
“After all, you do want me nice and clean, don’t you?”
Kim was still using a towel to dry her hair, but hadn’t bothered to wrap one around her body, an unusual thing for Kim to forget to do. Two of her endearing qualities were a strong sense of modesty and a general ignorance of just how pretty she was, and both would occasionally drive Shego wild with frustration.
Now her wife was sitting before her as naked as the day she was born. Shego quickly returned their dresses to the closet before they also became damp.
“Mmm… uh, Princess, are you trying to tell me something?” Kim didn’t make eye contact, she just tilted her head as if in thought and leaned back on one hand, the other still soaking the water from her hair.
“No, nothing that I’m aware of.” As she slowly shook her head, Kim arched her back and thrust her breasts forward slightly, her nipples prominent as the cool air of the room played over her skin, slowing drying it. She casually uncrossed her legs and lifted them up onto the bed, lotus style.
While very much a woman, Kim had never displayed any mannerisms that could be described as ‘dainty’, and as a result she would often unconsciously move or position herself in ways that might be considered slightly ‘unladylike’. This was another quality that often made Shego crazy with desire, and right now Shego was getting a very strong signal that Kim wanted the night life to start right now.
“You, uh, feel alright?”
Kim finally stopped drying her hair and looked right at the taller woman.
“How about you come here and tell me how I feel.”
Kim wasn’t smiling and she wasn’t being coy or a tease as she was often wont to do; that was the ‘Kim-hither’ style that Shego was accustomed to. This was something entirely different. Kim was acting more like a panther or tigress. Yes, that was what she was, a tigress, that mane of red hair billowing out, wild and unkempt.
Shego rarely saw the aggressive side of Kim’s lovemaking, and she wasn’t about to pass up on it now.
“Maybe some room service later, then?” The raven-haired woman divested herself of her sole undergarment and climbed onto the bed. Kim wasted no time before she grabbed Shego and pulled her lover on top of her own smaller body. Shego was caught off guard by the maneuver and she held Kim’s shoulders to more comfortably distribute her weight on the smaller girl.
“Oh, I’d still like to go out with you. Maybe dancing or something to eat.” Kim frowned as her stomach grumbled. “Definitely something to eat. But right now, to the victor goes the spoils.” Kim opened her mouth wide and practically inhaled Shego’s eager lips.
The kiss was one of those that Homer would have understood and appreciated and probably written an epic poem about.
When Shego regained the presence of mind to come up for air, she immediately put her skilled hands to work. Having spent years honing her art as a thief, her sense of touch was highly refined; now was a time for her to use those skills. Shego’s one hand slid behind Kim’s neck while the other lowered itself down along the girl’s chest.
The pale green fingers leisurely paused to caress a firm breast, then continued downwards. Shego dragged her sharp nails across the tender flesh of Kim’s flat belly, once again marveling to herself at how well the mother of twins had regained her former shape. This elicited a moan from the redhead, and she caused both of them to move as Kim writhed on the bed. Shego continued to kiss her wife’s neck and face, occasionally running her tongue along Kim’s jaw line.
Using her thumb and index finger to tease open Kim’s tender sex, the remaining fingers sought deeper penetration. The motions were gentle right now, but that wouldn’t last long.
Kim, meanwhile, had slowly been pulling her spouse upward, making the pale breasts more easily accessible to Kim’s questing mouth. While just a few years older than Kim, not enough to make a difference, Shego carried more mass than the slender warrior, resulting in more luscious curves draped over hard muscle. Kim often thought that her own body looked almost boyish next to that of her wife, but she was happy to revel in those curves.
Most of the time, their lovemaking consisted of Shego pleasuring Kim more than the other way around; this made Kim feel guilty, but her wife assured her repeatedly that there was enough pleasure for herself in just being able to make love to Kim Possible.
Tonight, things were going to be different.
Having made the pale green breasts more accessible, Kim gave suck and Shego practically growled from the stimulation. Her own smaller hand passed Shego’s and located that woman’s sensitive reagion, already moist and receptive to her ministrations. Anticipating this, the larger woman had lifted herself slightly on one knee and spread her legs. Kim’s hand searched and scratched and thrust in a balance of soft and harsh that never failed to bring Shego to climax.
Not yet, not too early.
While Shego was focusing on pleasuring Kim, she felt herself being lifted off the bed. Opening her eyes, she watched as Kim effortlessly held her up and slipped from beneath her, allowing the pale woman to fall back onto the bed in Kim’s place. Still caught in an erogenous haze, Shego saw her lover’s face come back into view.
The smaller girl sat upon Shego’s thighs, towering above the raven-haired woman, the mistress of all she surveyed. So trapped, the former villain had no choice but to inspect the lithe body of her young wife.
Being well aware of Kim’s appraisal of her own ‘inadequate’ build, Shego would laugh incredulously to herself. While not as shapely, Kim easily rated as a knockout in anyone’s book, especially Shego’s. The smaller girls build bespoke her athletic background and healthy diet, and though her curves were subtler, they were definitely there. Even after she had regained her pre-pregnancy figure, Kim’s bust had expanded to a size that couldn’t possibly be overlooked, no matter how she felt about herself.
Shego raised her arms towards the younger woman, but Kim waved her away. The younger woman’s actions were driven by her desire to satisfy her mate; no other conscious thoughts interfered, just unbridled passion.
She slid backwards down long, green-tinged legs, firmly forcing the thighs apart and bringing her face in direct contact with Shego’s eager sex. Using first her nose and then lips and then tongue, Kim probed and stimulated the sensitive flesh, stoking Shego’s arousal into a roaring fire. Then Kim would back off and slow the pace down, repeating the rhythm, bringing Shego ever closer to orgasm before letting the fire cool somewhat.
Knowing that Shego didn’t enjoy the ‘soft touch’ as much as Kim did, there were a few nips and bites punctuating the gentle kisses and careful probing. At first this startled the pale woman, who was more used to giving that receiving, but slender, pink hands fended her off and eventually Shego gave in.
Unable to touch her wife like she wanted to, the tall woman reached behind her head and grasped the rungs of the brass headboard in her hands. Usually the less vocal of the two lovers, Shego was having a difficult time keeping her moans and whimpers behind her teeth; she felt as if she would burst if her Kimmie didn’t let her climax soon.
With her pale wife’s breath coming in ragged gasps, Kim patiently increased the pace again, this time with the finish line in sight. She started to use her hands, each nimble finger probing, caressing and scratching.
There was no intelligence involved here, only the smell of their lust and the pressure of their tandem heartbeats against their chests. It was as if a thousands bolts of lightening were pulsating outwards from where Kim was administering to her hyper-stimulated flesh.
Shego was on the verge of losing her own mind; she felt like she was about to have a heart attack and her entire body pitched and bucked on the bed. The stink of scorched brass reached her nostrils, but she couldn’t stop herself if she tried.
She knew that Kim was capable and good, but where in the HELL did she learn to do THIS?
“By the way…”
“mmwha?” Was Kim talking to her? Talking to her now? NOW?
“This all part of my elaborate plot…”
“ugh, oh, don’t…”
“… to seduce and capture the mighty Shego.”
“Mmmm… “ This was too much!
“Do you give up?”
“Never, I…” This was usually her game; it sounded odd coming from Kimmie. This was definitely setting a new precedent.
“Do you give up?” Kim touched Shego there, and there…
“Oh, AHH… I, uhmm…” Lights flashing; can’t breathe.
The pace quickened, the end was within reach.
“Do… you… give… up?”
As Kim allowed Shego to finally achieve a mind-shattering orgasm, the tall woman screamed two words that he had never spoken before.
“I SURRENDER!”
Kim gently disengaged herself from Shego’s body and sat down on the floor, crawling along the side of the bed to better see her wife’s face. The pale woman was bathed in sweat and panting heavily, her long and toned body slowly pulling inward to a fetal position, her eyes closed.
“You still in there?” The redhead leaned forward and kissed Shego’s brow.
The emerald eyes opened.
“Oh, Princess… I love you, but… please wait for me to make sure that my health insurance is paid up before you do that again.” Shego continued to curl up into a ball, snuggling against the hopelessly wrinkled sheets.
“I think we’re going to have to pay for the bed.” Kim inspected the damaged headboard.
“Yes, mistress.” Shego had closed her eyes again and was grinning.
“Are you Ok?”
“Hell no, of course I’m not Ok.” The grin became wider. “I may never walk again!”
“Well, I still want to go out and get something to eat, so please get dressed. I’m going to brush my teeth again.” Kim disappeared into the bathroom for the second time that evening.
“Yes, mistress, I should think so.” The tall woman attempted to roll off the bed and onto her feet, but she was still drained from their lovemaking. Her knees didn’t want to support her yet and she fell back onto the bed. Kim reappeared a few minutes later.
“Are you coming or not?”
“I think I still am, yes.”
“That is NOT what I meant!” Kim slipped into her green dress as Shego finally managed to stagger into the bathroom; the shower was heard and Kim started to apply some facial make-up, paying special attention to her eyes. A few minutes later her spouse’s muffled voice was heard through the door.
“Damn it, Kimmie, there are no towels in here!”
Kim froze for a second, glancing back to the bed where her damp towel still lay.
“Mine’s out here and you’re welcome to it.”
The inner door opened, and Shego leaned out, followed by gouts of steam of nowhere near the density that had accompanied Kim a short while ago. Her long black hair was soaking wet and leaving a puddle on the carpeting.
“Uh, sweetheart-baby-pudding, I hardly think that one slightly damp bath towel will do me much good right now!” She slammed the door after pulling her head back inside the bathroom.
“Please call downstairs and have more sent up!” Kim used the telephone to do just that.
When the towels had arrived and they were both primped and prepped for an evening out, Shego carefully inspected her young wife.
“Kim?” The redhead paused at the mention of her own name, no nicknames or appellations, just ‘Kim’.
“Hmm?”
“How do you feel?”
“Hungry!” Kim smiled at the thought of something to eat and moved closer to the door.
“After the last few hours, I’m not surprised, but Pumpkin,” Shego moved closer to her bride and cupped Kim’s chin in her hands, ensuring that the smaller girl had to look her square in the eyes.
“Remember our talk the other day? You’ve been through a lot since we arrived here and you promised me that you’d say something if you didn’t feel Ok.” Shego waited for Kim to divulge anything she deemed valuable.
“Nope, I remember very well what we discussed and I’m tip-top, I swear!”
Kim hated to lie, and she had thought that she’d lacked the genetic propensity for dishonesty, but until she could come to terms with what she’d thought she’d seen on the golf course today, it was better that she didn’t speak of such things.
After all, a traumatically vaporized hand just doesn’t regenerate in a matter of seconds after having been blown-off by an exploding golf ball, right?
Shego peered deeply into Kim’s emerald eyes, so much like her own that it was eerie, and saw nothing worth worrying about.
Wait, there was something…
“Hold on, Princess, you’ve got something in your eye.” Shego located a tissue box and gently wiped the corner of Kim’s eye clean. A smattering of black came away on the tissue.
“How can you scrub yourself raw for an hour and still have missed a spot?”
“Well, anything’s possible for… etc, etc, etc.” Her smile felt frozen.
The two ladies left the hotel room for a night on the town. By tomorrow, they would be on their way back home.
To Be Continued…