Despite the obvious tension between herself and Anne Possible, Shego found herself sitting with the Possible family for dinner. It had been Kim’s idea, and she had wanted to refuse but those green eyes had melted her resolve.
It was pasta night in the household, and everyone had their share of lasagna on their plates. Kim’s twin brothers, Jim and Tim, as Shego had found out later, kept staring at the pale green skinned woman.
“Tweebs quit staring.”
Kim’s voice didn’t break the invisible spell Shego seemed to be weaving with her looks. Shego was getting flustered by the extra attention and was avoiding eye contact as she tried to eat.
James Possible decided to risk the chance and broke the awkward silence, “So…Shego, where are you from?”
Shego attempted to not gag, and forced herself to swallow the food in her mouth. “Go City. It’s over near the Great Lakes.”
His head nodded.
“Why are …”
“…you green?”
“Tweebs!” Kim shot a death glare at her brothers.
“No it’s okay Princess.” Shego ignored the death glare she was receiving from Anne Possible, “Accident a few years ago.”
“What kind of accident?” James couldn’t help but feel his interest perked by the fact that the subject wasn’t taboo.
Shego paused from taking another bite, “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” With that the bite of food disappeared into her mouth.
Kim absentmindedly rubber her toes against Shego’s leg. “Would it be alright if Shego stayed here for the week?”
Anne chocked and managed to not commit seppuku on the rouge pasta. She shot a death glare at Shego again, but her look was pure innocence.
James was the one to break stand off that was occurring at the table, “I think it’s a great idea Kimmicub. You haven’t had a friend over in ages, plus she’ll be able to adjust to living somewhere new.”
Kim smiled, and pinched Shego’s shin with her toes tenderly.
Shego on the other hand was blushing, she was a lot more nervous now; especially considering the level of death she would be at if looks could kill.
Shego was nervous, Anne Possible was scaring her. She had an unexplainable attraction to the woman’s daughter, but she didn’t act on it. The red head on the other hand had made the moves. Shego had just reacted with how she felt.
But she was getting the blame regardless. She was the one enticing Anne Possible’s daughter, not the other way around. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t. She honestly didn’t know herself, but she honestly didn’t feel like she was in control anymore.
She curled up on the bed, her knees curled to her chest. The more she tried to control her life, the more she tried to understand what was happening the more things got out of control.
A set of arms wrapped themselves around her. “Shego…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing Princess…”
There was a comfortable silence between the two, which was only broken by Kim’s voice. “Shego….would it be wrong….if I think I love you?”
Shego turned pale, then red. A girl she had known for two days, a girl who was an enigma and a simple fact all rolled into one. It was strange to think that she was loved. Strange, but in a good way.
“No….It’d be perfectly right Pumpkin.”
Anne Possible was fuming. She knew she should be more open minded and support her daughter, regardless who she was attracted too, but she found herself fuming at that female that was staying in her daughter’s bedroom.
Maybe she was being overly protective. But irregardless of that possibility she was still Kim’s mother. She should be able to have some say on who her daughter dated.
Then again her father had hated James when they had first met. His head was too much in space was the accusation. James had kept dating her though, and even got on the good side of the man.
“Maybe I should just give her a chance.” Her skinned crawled at her statement, but it felt right. After all, Shego wasn’t that bad of a person, and looked very apprehensive of the thought of dating another female. If nothing else, the situation could possibly resolve itself.
Kim enjoyed waking up in the mornings more so now than she had used too. Granted the sleeping arrangement with the woman was only two days old, it didn’t mean it hadn’t changed her mood. She found that her usual mood was just not there. There really was no explanation to it, but she felt as if she could walk on air if she tried.
Ron had noticed the mood improvement, but stopped asking about it, and mentally filed it under “Things Ron Doesn’t Understand About Women” after what had happened during lunch the first day of Shego’s visit to Kim’s house. “All I’m saying KP is that if Hank the Snowman was in a fight with Absolute Zero the snowman would totally cream that ninja!”
Kim sighed. If it wasn’t for the tutoring she promised to give Ron in math once a week she would have just left him at school. He was a good friend, and an excellent mission partner, but sometimes he could be annoying. This was one of those times.
Shego was on the couch when they two came in, dressed in a different oversized t-shirt she had borrowed from Kim, who made a mental not to take the female shopping in the near future. Ron’s jaw dropped, “I…that am…err…Hi?”
Kim smirked, “Don’t worry he does this whenever he meets a female he thinks is cute.”
Shego snickered, “Great, I should start a harem at this rate.”
“Only if I get to be the favorite,” Kim’s voice was playful, almost teasing. And it confused the hell out of Ron.
“Umm…can someone explain what is going on? Because I’m a little lost here.”
Kim got a strange look on her face, as if she couldn’t decide how to respond. Mischief twinkled in her eye though and she leaned over and kissed Shego with as much passion as she could muster. The dark haired woman’s heart nearly went into shock from the surprise, but managed to recover as she pulled the red head in and made the assault of passion turn into a mutual battle of the heart and lust. It was broken slowly, and regretfully, as if it was the last kiss they would ever share.
Ron was speechless. He had never expected Kim to do something like that. “This is a joke right…? Because…you…and her…and…” The sound of his mind snapping would have been heard if it was possible as he slumped to the floor, unconscious. Rufus, being the faithful naked pink mole rat that he is, popped out of Ron’s pocket and started to check on his fallen owner.
Kim smiled nervously, “Oops?”
It took a few minutes, and a hard slap, but Ron came too.
“KP…I just had the strangest dream….you were kissing some girl with green skin…but that’s not possible…people don’t have green skin.”
“Shego does.”
“She…go?”
Shego waved sheepishly from her spot on the couch.
“Oh god…” Ron passed out again.
Ron’s tutoring was postponed for the day to make it easier on his mind. Math was not a strong subject for him, and to assault his perception of reality with news like she had would only have made the cheerleader pound her head on the kitchen table in frustration.
But the blonde still stayed over at Kim’s for a bit. It wasn’t often that he just hung out at Kim’s house; they usually did their hanging out during missions, at the movies, and at the mall. “So…Shego…how long have you known KP?”
Shego squirmed a little at this, “Three days…Let’s just say I needed more help than I’d own up too, and she gave it to me.”
“Gave…like…?”
Shego smirked, “I don’t kiss and tell. You’ll have to ask Kimmie for any details.”
“Speaking of KP,” Ron’s voice had a hint of something in it…almost like pain over the sound of Shego’s nickname for his best friend, “Where’d she duck off too?”
“I believe she mentioned popcorn.”
Ron paled and mad dashed to the kitchen, relieved to find that it was not on fire. “KP, geez…scared me…”
“Ron, I’m microwaving popcorn, so not the drama.”
“Last time you did that the kitchen exploded!”
“Because Duff Killigan hit an exploding golf ball through the window. Now relax.”
Ron sighed, “Alright…but doesn’t mean I have to like this….woman you were kissing.”
“Sounds like a case of jealousy Princess.” Shego was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen.
“I am not jealous!”
Kim raised an eyebrow, “Ron…no yelling. And Shego, no picking on Ron. He has enough emotional issues; we really don’t need to add to it, do we?”
Shego shrugged, “Guess not.” She sauntered back towards the living room, making sure to add an extra bit of swing in her hips.
“Ron! Stop staring at her butt!”
Perfect. Shego couldn’t help but be smug. She had intended that swing of the hips for Kim, but getting the boy into trouble was fairly worth it.
The blonde managed to survive the movie by the skin of his teeth. Between his dislike of and his hormones that rooted for Shego he was in turmoil. He couldn’t like Shego! It just wasn’t right! Kim had been his love interest, despite the fact that he didn’t a chance with her. Now Hank the Snowman had a better chance of surviving a minute in Hell, than he did at getting Kim.
It was time to move on…something he had never thought he would have to do in his entire life. He left the house after the movie they were watching had ended. The walk home was teeming with his depression. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to tell Kim his feelings, hell he’d tried a lot of times. But it seemed she never caught on, or didn’t feel the same way.
He sighed, figuring that he probably just wasn’t good enough for his best friend. He pulled his little naked mole rat buddy out of his pocket and looked at him, “I guess we just don’t cut it, do we?”
Rufus looked back at his owner and gave an honest shrug. He couldn’t offer anything to the blonde.
“Well come on…we’ll find someplace where we’re more appreciated.”
Author’s notes: Yes, scary Anne Possible strikes again! And Ron is heart broken. What will happen? Is my creative streak drug induced despite the lack of drug intake? Stay tuned to find out!