Shego cracked her neck as she eyed the person standing in front of her. Her opponent had a good defensive stance, a little relaxed, not to mention she looked more like she should be a cheerleader than a thief.
“You could just let me go. Then I won’t have to hurt that pretty face of yours,” the woman’s voice was sincere, but friendly, like warning a friend not to walk under a ladder.
“I can’t do that. That orb needs to go back to the museum. All you got to do is hand it over and this won’t get messy,” Shego slunk into a more aggressive stance, leaning forward a little, glowing talons out to the sides.
The woman grinned, “Now where would be the fun in that?” She lunged first, striking with her fist. Shego twisted to the side and rotated to jab her knee into the woman’s side. All she got was a trail of red hair showing her that the woman had already moved to dodge the strike. The two kept at it, each blow avoided, deflected or blocked. Even feints and blind spots were protected. They were evenly matched, even though their styles were widely different. Shego fought more aggressively, striking like a flame while the woman moved like water.
Neither of them was winning, but both of them where tiring. It was the longest fight that Shego could remember since her mother had taught her to fight. The blood rushed through her veins in excitement as she pushed herself to be faster, to hit harder, to win.
Though if she won, the excitement would be over. The thought was small, and quickly snuffed by her determination, but it distracted her for just a moment. The woman’s elbow smashed into her face, right into her mouth. The nerves on her upper lip burned in pain, but Shego ignored it.
Now she had to win. She lunged and caught the woman around the waist, tackling her, and twisting her into a submission hold. They were both breathing hard, sweat trickling down their faces and onto their necks.
“Not bad.”
“You’re not so bad either Firefly.”
Shego loosened her grip for just a moment in surprise at the nickname. The woman didn’t move.
“Firefly? You’re calling me a bug?”
The woman smirked, “I could call you a glow worm instead if you like.”
Shego tightened her grip, and twisted the red head’s arm slightly, “And I could break your arm.”
The woman was smirking with a hint of a tease creeping in, “But who’d you fight with? I doubt many people you’ve taken on have left your blood racing with excitement, at least not in a long time. I know that this was the first time I’d had fun in a few years.”
The words trickled through Shego’s mind, but she shook the thought away. She was a hero, a damn fine one, in all senses of the word, too! She wasn’t going to throw that away for a good opponent.
“Besides, you only wanted the orb right? If I give that to you can we call it even?”
Shego shook her head again. Why was what this woman saying so tempting? It was starting to bother her, and her voice showed it. “Look….what is your name?”
“Kim.”
“Look Kim, I can’t go around letting thieves go just because they give me a challenge.”
The woman was pouting! Shego could believe it, and was having trouble to keep from staring as Kim’s bottom lip started to tremble like a frightened child. Her defenses crumbled under the assault on her emotions, and with a sigh, she spoke. “Fine. But if I catch you again, I’m not giving you another chance.”
Hands now free Kim fished the softball sized ivory orb from her small knapsack and handed it over to the pale green woman. Nothing was said as the red head stepped over to edge of the roof, and stepped up onto the ledge. She turned back to Shego and smiled, “Well then Firefly, for my sake I better not get caught.” With a wink and a blown kiss, she leapt backwards into a kind of reverse swan dive. Shego heard the faint popping sound that sounded like a grappling gun, and she looked over the side in time to catch a last glimpse of the woman, swinging away on a cable that looked like it was attached to a hair dryer.
With a shake of her head at her own weakness, Shego turned towards the roof access door and began the walk back down stairs to return the orb.
Kim fell back onto her couch, kicking her just untied boots off her feet. It had all gone smoothly.
Actually, it had gone smoother than she’d hoped. She’d lured Shego into fighting her because she’d been bored. Regular theft, even the high-grade jobs she did on occasion for super villains who didn’t understand think tanks or research and development teams, weren’t enough to keep her interest up.
Then she’d heard about a particular super powered woman with light green skin. And about how that woman was a top-notch combatant in hand to hand. Not to mention word had it she could deal with the gun toting henchmen some people employed by lobbing energy at them.
After seeing the glowing hands, Kim was bound to believe it. The woman had a strong passion to her to. In her opponent’s every strike the redhead could see how badly Shego had wanted to win.
And it had made it fun. But something else was starting to bother Kim.
She had felt turned on when the woman’s body was pressed against her. She squirmed and groaned in frustration, “Great…so now I’m adding “carpet munching” to things my mother dislikes about me.” After several minutes of not being able to avoid thinking about the other woman, and only finding the problem to becoming worse she got up, and started towards her bathroom.
“Thank god for the person who invented the detachable showerhead with forty-two different settings. Relief here I come!”
“I heard one got away from you today.”
“Considering I caught thirty-eight other people, four of which were heading a major drug trafficking ring here in Go City you think it wouldn’t be a big deal that one person managed to get away.” Shego leaned back in her seat, and sipped her ice tea slowly. Gone was the black and green cat suit, and instead she was dressed in a dark green halter top, and black jeans.
Her one-eyed companion gave her a doubtful look, “Shego, I knew you before you went solo, back when you were a member of a little group called Team Go. Even back then, when you were a rookie, you never let one person escape. Not one.”
“Betty, sometimes things happen. Like a competent opponent.”
“I doubt it.” The woman sipped her ice tea, glaring at her friend.
“I’m not joking. She could hold her own against me, and barely broke a sweat. I kid you not Betty, this girl was good.”
“Sounds like you admire her.”
Shego shrugged, “I admire how well she fights. It was good to get to push myself again.”
“So…you’re hoping to see her again?”
Shego sat her half-finished drink down, and sat quietly for a while as the gears in her head turned. “I guess I am in a way. I want to be better than her. I have to be better than her. She’s just a normal person as far as I can tell, just a better fighter than most.”
“The way I hear it she snuck past thirteen guards, eight cameras and stole a piece of art off of a pressure sensor without the alarm being raised. On top of that she advertised when, where, and what she was going to steal. Sounds a bit better than normal, don’t you think?”
“Either way she’s not going to get away next time.”
Betty smirked as she sipped her tea before she spoke, “You’re probably just getting to old for that line of work.”
Shego didn’t say anything, shot her friend a dirty look, as she sat back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn’t too old! She was only twenty-three, and in her prime too! The woman had been a fluke. A one-time deal. Next time she’d get that red head. Yes, she was sure of it.
End Chapter One
A/U: All right, props go out to Starving Lunatic, I stole the nickname Firefly and Betty Director being a friend of Shego’s from her. Props go out to failte as well for his ideas.
I’d also like to thank anyone who didn’t groan over the masturbation joke.
More chapters to come soon. If I start getting a lot of reviews I’ll do my best to write longer chapters.