Shego was sure of one thing when the alarm had gone off, she didn’t want to have to move. This also meant she didn’t want to let go of a certain redhead who was attempting to get up for school.
“Shego…?”
“Esh Immie?” Her sleepy state was evident by her slurred speech.
“You’re going to have to let go.”
“I o anna.”
“And I don’t want to have to go to school, but I still have too.”
Shego lifted her head, and looked over at her love with sleep filled eyes, “Then why go?”
Kim gave up on trying to persuade the other woman to let go, and leaned back against her and kissed Shego.
The other woman turned red as she felt herself melt. One thing was for certain, the girl knew how to kiss. The assault left her unable to stop her assailant from escaping her grasp, and the girl moved to her closet, shedding clothes quickly to make up for the lost time.
“Cheater.”
There was a bit of a tease in the reply, “You asked for it. You know I have school. Not to mention you said you were going to find a legitimate job of some kind.”
“I also said that I was going to get my stuff back from Drakken’s.”
“All the more a good reason for you to make a list, and start getting organized. As much as I would like to, and I know you’d like too, we can’t live in bed all the time.”
Shego sighed and flopped over. She really hated mornings. More so now that it meant she’d lose Kim for eight hours. Eight hours….five days a week. That meant that she lost forty hours a week. The wheels were turning in her head now. That meant one-hundred and sixty hours a month, and since the average school year was from August to May…She sighed, her train of thought hitting a brick wall. All of this math early in the morning was giving her a headache, not to mention she was sounding like a stalker to herself. Which meant she needed to relax a little.
Kim bent over and kissed the frustrated woman who was trying to pout, and doing a better job at it than she wanted to admit. “I am not staying home just because you can pout. Besides you know I can out pout you any day.”
“Only because you sucker Stoppable into doing anything you want with it.”
Kim grinned, “And he still hasn’t learned to say no to it.”
“Oooo…..Does my Kimmie have a streak of evil in her?”
“Only a little one…when she wants something really bad.”
“Kind of like the maid’s outfit.” Shego got a dirty look for that.
“This stays between you, me and Monique. Nobody else needs to know that I think you and that outfit make a kinky combo.”
Shego couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes Pumpkin. As long as you let me continue to perform random acts of affection in public I don’t mind keeping that secret.”
“Blackmailer.”
“Sexy lover.”
Kim blushed, “You win this round. But I will be back!”
Shego blew the redhead a kiss before rolling back over. She’d get up later like usual. Kim would already be at school, and she could try to figure out what she was going to do with her life.
It was noon when finally got out of bed. She grimaced as the cool air hit her previously warm legs and nearly regretted only wearing an oversized t-shirt to bed. Even if it was the most comfortable thing she could think of sleeping in.
She half-way straightened the bed out, and looked around for a bag of clothes Monique had delivered the night before. The girl, who apparently used any excuse to shop for clothes for anyone she knew, had bought Shego some new clothes. She picked though the bag and pulled out a black turtleneck and a dark emerald set of jeans. One of these days she was going to need to explain to the girl that she did wear other colors, but decided that it was alright for now. Was it really her fault that she looked best in green? And her fixation with black was more of a personal issue that she refused to tell anyone.
Well anyone but Kimmie, she reminded herself.
The redhead had a sixth sense that would rival most psychics. Especially with Shego. She knew when Shego was bluffing, lying, or dodging something, which she had found out quickly when Kim challenged her to strip poker a few nights prior. It was the first time she had ever lost since well ever. She had ended up sitting there in nothing more than her left sock shiver and glaring at the redhead, who hadn’t lost a single hand.
It wasn’t a hateful glare, more of a jealous one. That made twice Kim had seen her naked, and she had to settle for Kim in her underwear. It just wasn’t fair. Shego sighed and brushed the thought aside. She wasn’t a lustful person, but there was something about Kim that brought out the needy parts of her. Parts of her that craved love, and craved sex.
It was strange really. She hadn’t craved sex before in her life. In high-school, before she disappeared to work for Drakken, she hadn’t found herself thinking lustfully about anyone, male or female.
And now here she was. A lesbian in love with someone five years younger than her.
Lesbian. She let the word sink in realizing what she had accidentally admitted to herself. She was a lesbian. A woman who only found sexual attraction in other women. She scratched her head, trying to work a knot out and figure exactly when it had happened.
Then it hit. When she first met Kim. When she had first seen the redhead’s passion, her anger…her mind trailed off. She was being lustful again. Damned libido.
She resolved to get over the feeling quick, and took a cold shower. She hated cold showers, but it was either that, or walk around acting like a horny rabbit all day. And she really hated acting like that. It was embarrassing. Well embarrassing in her opinion. Kim had found it cute for some reason. She was really going to need to talk to that girl.
She sighed and got dressed. Kim wouldn’t be home until around four, and she still needed a job. But that meant doing something she had sworn to never do.
She was going to stop being Shego…she was going to settle back on her old identity…The one she was born with, and had given up when she was younger. She fought back the wave of emotion associated with that name.
Was there really anything that she wouldn’t do for Kim?
No…you’d do anything for her. Even if it meant you had to die. A gentle voice echoed back from the back of her mind.
Shego forced the thought out of her head. She refused to start thinking about death now. She was finally happy, and death had no room in her new life.
There were just so many damned conflicting feelings. All she wanted was the Happily Ever After to come along. She wanted it to be easy. All of these feelings, all of these complications made her feel sick to her stomach.
She sighed, wishing she had her Kimmie doll. She took great pride in that small plush toy. She had spent hours carefully cutting, and stitching. It was painstaking work, but it was worth it. She had even managed to get the air to look –just- right. It was her security blanket all of those nights she had to spend in prison, all of those nights she had spent alone.
Originally Drakken was a temporary gig. Just that one job and Shego was free to work for anyone. But Kim Possible had shown up and blown it wide open. The girl had made Shego feel alive. Kim had pushed her to her limits, and she pushed back. The two quickly began to buttheads more and more often, namely because Shego would casually overlook a minor detail and manage to get enough attention to draw Kim to the crime.
And Kim was always there. Even when her arm had been broken, by accident naturally, the girl kept coming. It seemed like nothing could keep her down.
Except that one time she had gotten a cold. Shego was worried, because the girl just wouldn’t stop sneezing. So she had managed to convince Drakken to leave the redhead alone and just go for the ray.
Shego’s thoughts paused. She used to wonder if she was going soft when it came to the cheerleader, but now she could see she had always been soft. She lay back on the bed. She needed to talk to someone. Someone who was safe to talk to, someone who wouldn’t tell anyone, someone who she could feel safe around.
Someone who know what it was like to want someone this badly that you couldn’t help but melt for them when they looked you in the eye.
Shego sighed, there was only one person she knew of who could help her. It was dangerous territory to try and talk to them, but it was her only hope for at least a little sanity. She pouted as she dragged herself out off of the bed. She needed to plan this out very carefully. She was going to be on her best behavior for once. She needed to be who she was under all of the defenses she had built up to protect herself. This was not going to be easy, but it had to be done.
It had seemed like a very long wait. It had only been a couple of hours after she had left the house, but she had spent most of that time sitting in a tree, waiting for him to get home.
It was still a very touchy idea for her, even after the careful consideration. Alright the idea down right stank. Shego thought of giving up, but she needed the advice. Relationships were not something she had experience in, even if she counted that Moodulator incident. She shuddered. She was –very- glad she didn’t remember kissing Drakken. Unfortunately the security cameras had caught it plain as day. All thirty-seven times.
There was no amount of mouthwash that had made her feel clean from that. And it took a month before she could look at her, now former, employer without gagging uncontrollably. Drakken on the other hand was thankfully clueless as ever about it, and chalked it up as another thing that he didn’t understand about Shego.
She rubbed her head trying to get her former employer off of her mind. She actually had found herself hating the man. In the past he was irritating, but his last stunt had actually made her hate him. Physically she had healed from the scrapes and scratches that had been given to her, but emotionally she had been scarred. If something were to push Kim over the edge…she would actually be everything Shego pretended to be, if not worse. She forced back the tears that threatened to come, and sighed.
Where in the hell was he?
Diary,
It’s me. The terrible person who insists on filling your pages with those damned lustful thoughts of mine. If I was much of a writer I –could- make some serious money in the romance novel business. But seeing as I’m not much for story telling, I’m not going to evil try. Even though those scenes are –damn- sexy.
Damn it I’m drooling again. What’s that? Thirteen times in seven pages? I –am- a dirty minded person.
Well that’s why I’m outside of his window. I need his advice, without letting everyone, and his mother knowing that I am a lesbian in love with the most beloved teenager on the planet.
Or at least the most spectacular one. Damn it the girl has popularity, a -very- sexy body damned drool! ARG! and moves that rival an Olympic Gymnast.
And she’s mine. Or am I hers? How does that even work?
Okay, now my head really hurts. I’ll have to add it to my list of things to ask him.
That brings me back to an important detail. You see the person in question; the sage I am seeking is none other than the boy I used to believe was a buffoon.
That’s right; I’m asking Stoppable for advice.
Looking back on things I have a nasty habit to assign people nicknames. Dr. D is Drakken; Ron Stoppable is Stoppable, buffoon and the Sidekick. And then there’s Kimmie. For her I’ve made up a small list. We have: Pumpkin, Princess, Kimmie, Sexy, Sweetie, The Object of my Desires, Love, Cutie - god….I sound like such a dork.
Okay, now I’m getting annoyed. It’s DARK out, and I’m writing by the light from the street lamp right now. And Stoppable still isn’t here. Where is that boy?
Shego slumped against the tree and let one of her legs hang off on the limb she had been sitting on. She had been waiting for six hours now, and she was beyond frustrated. She had done stakeouts for weeks on end, along with squandering a month of paid vacation trailing Kim around, and getting a very nice photo album out of it, but this was honestly the most frustrating moment of her life.
She blew a few stray hairs off of her face, and stared out into the darkness. Her interests were perked towards the street though as the sound of a car pulling up the curb broke the silence. She watched carefully as she saw the door open, and Stoppable was sitting in the passenger seat, talking to the driver. Ron said something and leaned towards the driver a little. The driver leaned back and the two kissed.
That wasn’t the part that bothered Shego. The fact that the driver was a guy nearly made her fall out of the tree. She had just seen Stoppable, and another –boy- kiss. This was the stuff of some girl’s fantasies, and possibly her nightmares. She forced herself to calm down, hoping that no one else heard the sound of her heart racing.
She watched the boy walk from the car, which was now driving away, to his house. She knew that stride. She had the same one after any romantic contact with Kim. She shook her head. She was asking –him- for advice? Maybe it really wasn’t a good idea. But then again she had spent six hours in a tree for this. She had earned something out of the deal. She made a carefully calculated jump from the tree to his window, which she had opened earlier. She rolled after she went through and came to a stop in a sitting position. The timing had been perfect. The bedroom door opened and Ron stepped in.
“Umm….hi Shego?”
“So you’re dating. That’s good.”
Ron went pale. Shego knew. How could she unless…he felt like he was going to faint.
“EASY boy. Not going to breathe a word to anyone. Even if it -is- a juicy little secret. I actually came here for your advice, not your dirty laundry.”
Ron’s heartbeat steadied. Advice. Right. He could do that. After he sat down. His brain tried to tell his legs to walk to the chair next to his desk, but they had other ideas, and dropped him onto his backside right in front of his door.
“So…what can I help you with?”
Shego swallowed. This was a tough one. It took her several minutes to remember what she was trying to say, and it all came out wrong anyways.
“I don’t want to lust after Kimmie.”
Ron looked like he was fighting the urge to die laughing. Shego pulled her knees up to her chest and hid her face in them. That wasn’t what she had meant to say. It was why she was there, but she didn’t want him to hear her say it like that.
“Shego….what do you mean by ‘Lust after KP?’”
“…irty ougts…,” Came the muffled reply.
“Come again?”
“Oo eard e.”
Ron sighed, “I can’t help you unless you stop trying to tell my by mumbling into your knee caps. Now what do you mean?”
Shego looked up, her face was burning, “I keep having dirty thoughts about Kimmie…I don’t want to push her into anything…but it’s really hard when you keep wanting to do things that are well….”
Ron chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. Shego was embarrassed for liking what she saw. That made things kind of interesting.
“Shego, it’s natural to react that way. Think about it. You sleep in her bed, and live in her room. Her stuff is literally soaked in her pheromones. You key into those pheromones, and get a little excited. No big deal. You just need to deal with it.”
Shego pouted.
“Not going to work. I can’t help you stop thinking dirty.”
More pouting, “I don’t want to know what this pout is for do I?”
Shego broke it, “I have blackmail material now you know.”
Ron smirked, “Not really. Kim’s known I’m bisexual since the sixth grade. That isn’t even my first boyfriend I’ve had. He is by far the most sensitive though.”
“Not a synthodrone is he?”
Ron couldn’t help but fall over laughing.
“No-Not unless Drakken started making them atomically correct.”
Shego turned red. Bad thought. BAD THOUGHT. Her mind was screaming at her.
“Yo-You and he….” She made several motions with her hands that looked more like shadow puppets than anything really suggestive.
Ron nodded, “Now and then we do…not very often though. We’re not really that big on the whole sex thing. We’re more of the ‘snuggle and watch a drive in movie’ sort of couple.”
Shego nodded weakly. Love was definitely a lot more complicated than she had ever thought. –Much- more complicated than she had wanted to know. And Stoppable…she repressed to urge to stare at him in shock and awe. She had known he wasn’t quite like what he had seemed like, and brushed that off as the whole ‘Monkey-Kung-Fu’ thing, but this…this was different.
Ron reached over and poked her nose. She glared back from behind the safety of her legs. “Good, you are still alive. I was worrying your brain shut down on you or something.”
Something dawned on Shego, “Where’s the rodent?”
Ron smiled one of those funny sort of smiles, “Josh is taking care of him tonight. One of those things we do every now and then. Besides they hold a really mean chess tournament against each other. I’m never sure how they play so well. He shook his head that grin still on his face.
It was just so –damn- confusing.
And she still wanted to jump Kimmie’s bones. This was not going as planned. She didn’t have any grand advice to help her, the sidekick was dating another guy, and –she- still wanted to make the love of her life moan until she passed out.
Things were –not- going as planned.
This fic has just started and I’m already going to get myself shot for it. The ideas for Ron dating Josh as in Josh Mankey and said Josh’s love of chess come from Failte200’s fic Revelations. I just couldn’t get rid of the idea…and it made its way into hear as a result. Go let Failte know it’s his or is it her? fault that I did it. But read the Revelations fic first. It’s worth the time.
Anyways I’m actually shooting for slower/longer updates with this fic. No particular chapter limit in mind, most will be focused on Shego, seeing as she is as cool as hell to write, not to mention needs to most work mentally. XP
And as for Infiny you know who you are XP, my fan base is just that, a fan base. I could certainly use a much bigger one, but they will never be my harem. I’m sorry, that’s just too much sex.
Seriously.
Anyways I’m a review whore, and I love to know what people like and hate about the story. Not to mention I can hopefully clear up some of the more unusual choices I’ve made to the general public. So -please- review. It makes me do the Happy Dance. o.o