“Oh, schootch over!” Kim said.
Both of them were asleep within minutes.
Kim woke up, grudgingly. She was so comfortable, with the warmth of the other girl’s back – and backside – on her tummy and, -
Awareness woke her fully in an instant. They had gone to sleep with hardly a word – after the giggling had died off – so exhausted they just fell asleep then and there, too tired to be embarrassed. But now she would pay.
Kim’s left arm was folded against Shego’s back, and her right arm was curled around the green girl’s stomach. Their legs were intertwined carelessly. Kim opened her eyes to find her face buried in raven-black hair. This is not good! Not good! She lied to herself. Because it wasgood, wasn’t it… sure smelled good, anyway. And felt -
No! Don’t go there, Kim… This is just… well… y’know, it’s not because… this would feel good with any gi- I mean, anyONE, anywhere. I mean, it could as well be Ron, and it’d feel the same way. She knew she was lying even as the words formed in her mind. And further back in her mind, she tried to force herself not to think, what was I going to say?
She needed to pee. Thank God she had something else to think about! Kim carefully unwound herself from the still-asleep Shego, pausing to make sure she was really still asleep.
But the commotion had – however slightly – disturbed the older girl’s slumber, and she rolled over, to her right side first, then onto her belly, as Kim watched, wide-eyed. She had never buttoned-up her shirt from the night before, and most of it was wound around her neck. Shego was also halfway out of the covers… maybe two-thirds… The morning light gave an added golden tone to her lightly-olive skin, set off by the white sheets. And, unlike Kim, Shego apparently slept without any underwear on.
Kim stood there transfixed, as her eyes wandered in awe. Shego’s face was half-hidden by a fall of jet-black hair, hair that spilled over her shoulder and under her arm. Though she was painfully thin, her muscle definition still shimmered over her rather too-exposed ribs and hips. Kim’s gaze slid along her graceful back, muscular butt, long legs, and delicate feet, and then re-traced the same pattern back up, lingering on the small of the other girl’s back. It was like her eyes had a mind of their own, and her brain was just along for the ride. Kim experienced something akin to ‘wonder’, mixed with a liberal dose of ‘awe’. She wasn’t thinking it, but if she had been able to think at all, she would have thought, sublime.
Finally able to break away, to get a grip on herself, she tip-toed out of the bedroom, closed the door quietly, and leaned against the hallway wall awhile catching her breath, trying to calm down. C’mon, Kim, you’ve seen naked girls before. You shower with a dozen of ‘em every school day. Cheerleaders, too! What… what THE HELL is so different now?
Ron was frying eggs and making french-toast and sausage and bacon and burning toast (he liked it that way, didn’t understand why everyone complained) all at the same time.
“Morning Sunshine”, he said, “How’s my favorite ‘morning-person’?” It was an inside joke. Kim was anything but a “morning-person”.
“We need to talk” Kim said sternly.
“Hm” Ron kept fiddling with his dueling frying-pans, “What’s on your mind, KP?”
“… well…” Kim didn’t really know where to start. “Okay, for starters, how come you brought her to Josh’s brother’s apartment? In fact, how do you even know Josh’s brother? And why do you have a key?”
“Is that all?” asked Ron. Getting off lightly…
“It’ll do for starters. ‘fess up.”
“Josh and I … we got acquainted after the two of you broke up. We… became friends, in fact. And any friend of Josh’s is a friend of his brother Todd’s, as I’m sure you know. The key is always left on top of the right front tire of Todd’s car. Apparently you didn’t know that” Ron added, “As for the ‘why’… well… you have a better idea?”
After a digestive pause, Kim said, “Okay, I get it. So this is like the clubhouse for ‘Kim Possible Ex-Boyfriends', is that it?”
Ron chuckled. “Yeah. There ya go. The KPX. And you can be our honored, grand, and exalted Poo-Bah! Our raison d’etre! The one person without whom our little fraternity wouldn’t -”
“Cut it out, Ron”, she interrupted. “Someone buy you a dictionary for your birthday? What’s a ‘raison d’etre’?”
“Reason for existing. Look, why don’t you go get Shego up for breakfast, KP… she’ll end up going right back to sleep, ‘course, but at least I can stuff some more food down her for a few minutes. Do her good.”
Kim agreed that any food ‘stuffed down Shego’ probably would do her good, and got up to fetch her. Just before entering the hallway, she turned to Ron:
“Ron… uh…” Kim wondered how to put it, “what exactly is going on with you, anyway?”
Ron shook the french-toast from side to side in the skillet, “I’m not exactly sure… KP.” Then he looked at her squarely, showing that she had his full attention. “No. Fact is, I have no idea what’s going on with me. At all.” He looked at her – through her, it felt like to Kim – then faintly smiled. “It’ll be OK, KP. Heh. OKKP. It’s nothing bad. I’ll be alright. And so will she.” He turned back to the stove.
“You sure?” Kim asked, “About her, I mean?” She was surprised by her own earnestness. Why would I think Ron would know? Why DO I think Ron DOES know?
Ron seemed to look off into the distance just over the stove. “Pretty sure” he said. “I think… I think a lot depends on how she… handles things, Kim. Anyway, once she’s slept-out, we’ll all have a long talk and size up the sitch. ‘Kay? Boo-yah! Toast is done!”
A haze of black smoke filled the kitchen.
“C’mon, Shego, try and stand up now… I gotcha”, Kim re-assured the half-asleep girl.
“wha th ll yu gtng m uffr?” Shego mumbled.
“So you can get some breakfast. Then you can come right back and sleep some more. Promise.”
“bldy fkn hll…” Shego responded cheerfully.
Kim was glad the girl was still half-asleep. She could feel how beet-red her face had become after having had to button-up Shego’s nightshirt. If Shego ever remembered that little scene later on, Kim would just die. I guess I can’t blame her for not putting dirty panties back on after a shower,she thought, but geez! I’m going to have to go get her some clothes. Mine should fit her. All except my br –then Kim was stopped by the sad thought that one of her bras probably would fit Shego now. Ah, Shego… I hope Ron’s right.
Arms around her waist, Kim dragged and pushed the stumbling Shego toward the table. Shego’s eyes were closed. Finally, when she was seated in front of two plates of food and three glasses of various beverages, she squinted her eyes open, if only a little. She peered around at the items in front of her.
“Peanubudder” she managed to say.
“What?” Kim asked. Peanut butter? What for?
Ron brought out a jar of Jif, opened it, stuck a knife in it, and set it in front of her. He waited to see what would happen, as if he were trying to feed a finicky cat.
Shego picked up the milk and drank it. All of it. Then she spread peanut butter on the french toast, while Ron re-filled the milk. Kim watched, aghast. Noticing the glass was full again, Shego drank it again. And again, all of it. Ron and Kim exchanged shrugs, beats me… never seen anything like it either…
The french toast, a pile of three slices, was gone in five bites. Shego had fairly stuffed it into her mouth. When she got it swallowed – it took a few tries – another glass of milk disappeared.
At this point, Shego slowed down – a little.
Before Ron could open another carton of milk, all the sausages, three of the fried eggs, half of the bacon, a tall glass of orange-juice, and half a glass of water were all gone. The toast, however, was untouched. Ron frowned at it. But… carbon is GOODfor you!
Shego, somewhat more awake now, sat back and caught her breath. Ron and Kim were looking at her to see if she might explode or something, al la Monty Python. She burped. She looked sleepily up at Ron and smiled mischeviously.
“Ron Stoppable, will you have my children?”
Ron laughed so hard that he actually fell down.