Kim began to giggle, and Shego joined her. Soon, laughter filled the tiny apartment.
… and he scores! Boo-yah!
KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP
As the laughter died down, Ron turn toward the door.
“And where are you going, comrade?” Shego asked, catching his intention.
“For a walk. Or, maybe… to get some nacheritos. I dunno. I'll be back in -”
Kim sighed, “You don't need to leave us alone, Ron. What, you thought we'd just… jump on each other's bones, now that everything's out in the open?”
“Well… well, kind of… I mean…” Ron hesitated, “well, I would.” How embarrassing.
“Sounds like a plan to me” Shego said, with her usual “I've-got-something-on-you” grin.
Kim sighed. “Look, Shego… If we're going to be… uh…”
“Can't say it, can you, Pumpkin…”
Kim felt the rush of humiliation and embarrassment that usually accompanied Shego's taunts. She looked at Shego, the light-green skinned girl – woman - with all that jet-black hair, falling down over… And the feeling faded away, replaced by… by something else.
“Can you?” Kim gently challenged.
That shut her up.
“Kinda wiped the smile off your face, didn't it…” Kim was teasing Shego for a change. This could be kind of fun, Kim was thinking. I have something on YOU too, y'know. Oh, yeah!
Ron was watching with amusement. The three of them had resumed their previous positions – Kim, Shego, and Ron on the couch, couch, and recliner, respectively. Go, KP! he was thinking. Sock it to her!
Shego looked away, beaten in a verbal test of will. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. But… y'know what? It wasn't so bad, after all. Long as it was Kim. If Ron had beaten her at a spar of words, it would've been different.
“Anyway, you were saying?” Shego attempted to save a little bit of face.
“I was saying: If we're going to - do this -, we're going to do it on my terms. At my speed. And I'm not ready to… uh, ‘jump on your bones', yet.”
Shego's expression underwent a dramatic change. Excuse me? YOUR terms? Who made YOU Queen-of-the-Nile?she thought. She was about to say it, too, when Kim said -
“Look, Shego… I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out so… drama. It's just that I need a little more than 15 minutes to deal” she said apologetically. “I want to… I do.” You have no idea, Kim thought. “But… I just need some time, is all.”
Shego's heart melted. She was speechless. She'd never gone from Emotionally-Charged-Anger to Mellow-Understanding in the space of a couple of seconds before. It shook her to think that she even could.
“Yeah, well… I guess that's okay…” Shego kicked herself mentally for being at a loss for words. Then, instinctively using an age-old tactic, she changed the subject.
“Ron, I hate to say this, but I'm really hungry.”
Ron looked back at her, but took his time responding. Let her suffer a little bit. Maybe it'll cool her temper down a little, in the future.“Right! Bueno Nacho, here -”
Both girls simultaneously: “Oh, no…”, “Not again…”, “Please not Bueno Nacho…”, “Can you not think of anything besides…”
“Awright awright awright. Jeez.”, Ron feigned disappointment. “Shego, you're the hungry one… so you pick.”
She picked Chinese. Ron picked the movie: Flight of the Phoenix, the old version. It was time to just relax.
After the video was popped in, Shego again stretched out her legs towards Kim at the other end of the couch, pressing her toes into Kim's thigh. But this time she got more than she bargained for, as Kim pulled Shego's legs apart, turned her back, and schootched herself up, reclining her back against Shego's front. Her hair tickled Shego's nose.
Only partially recovered from the… novelty, of the situation, Shego managed to say, “Kim, you're hair is -”
“Get used to it” Kim cut her off. But she did slide down a bit, until the back of her head was nestled between Shego's breasts. “Better?”
“Uh… yeah…” was all the older girl managed to get out.
Ron was trying hard not to look. And was having an even harder time trying to keep from smiling too broadly. They watched in silence.
Half way through the movie, Shego said to Ron, “How ironic. You've picked a movie without one single woman in it, ever. Just the thing for our situation. Typical male.”
Ron shot back, “It's art, you Philistine. We can watch lez-porn later.”
Kim giggled.
“You're getting quicker, Ron - I'm proud of you!” Shego smiled, actually impressed.
They all fell asleep before the movie ended.
Shego woke with a start, panting. She'd been having this delicious wet dream – the first in a long, long, long time – about Kim and her; kissing and fondling and stroking each other… Kim had been looking up at her with an evil grin, and was just about to put her mouth on -
When she woke up. God DAMN it!, she thought, still staring at the ceiling, the images fading in her mind. Gradually she became aware of something else – it was hard to breathe. Like there was this weight on her diaphragm, pressing – oh. It was Kim's head, of course. Pumpkin. Pumpkin head, Shego thought fondly. Kim had slipped farther down on Shego's stomach as she slept, and she had turned on her side as well, her shoulder pressing into Shego's groin. Well, THAT explains a lot.
Kim made little sleepy noises as the rise and fall of Shego's stomach slowed. The older girl gazed down at her awhile, then laid her head back and resumed staring at the ceiling. It was all just so… unexpected. Especially in her not-quite-awake state, the previous two days seemed dream-like. Like it couldn't have possibly happened, and things couldn't have possibly turned out this way, even if it had happened, and now…
Now… what? Let's recap. I'm wanted by the police and GJ. Satan himself is pissed at me. I'm in love – DEEPLY in love – with my arch-nemesis, and just to top it off, I think I quite like her boy –she corrected herself – her Best Friend. Meanwhile, I've deserted MY best frien – her reverie stopped there.
Was I about to say that Drakken was my “best friend”?
She lifted her head to look down at Kim asleep on her belly. The red-head was making a drool-pool on Shego's belly-button. She almost wished Kim would have lent her something besides belly-shirts. Almost wished, mind you.
Well, stranger things have happened…, she thought, but not many. And not often. I guess when you have only ONE friend to start with, then he's your “best” by default.
Shego reminisced about “Dr. D”, mind-control chips, giant robots, doomsday devices with “self-destruct” buttons on them – how mad is THAT – and Coco-moo. That last one made her smile. Yeah. Ok. Default “best friend”, lower-case.
I should look him up, she thought, see what he's up to. I wonder who he replaced me with… I'm SO out of touch with… with how things used to be.She struggled against the feeling welling up from her throat, finally giving in with a resigned, Ok, fine! I miss him. Alright? Leave me alone, Inner Voice…
Of course, Shego had bigger problems than “missing” Drakken. She was still a criminal. A thief. Wanted by the Law. But that wasn't a biggie… that was just part of her resume’. A long proud resume': a villain's resume’.
And what are we going to do about THAT, Shego.
Inner silence.
Well?
Give yourself up.
No… FUCKIN’… way…
Alright, go back to Drakken, I'm sure he'll take you back with a substantial cut in salary. Then he can have you go around stealing things and having Master Plans for World Domination foiled by Kim… hey, the two of you can go on fighting, and you'll be able to see each other what, maybe once a week? On a good week? For 5 minutes? That what you want, Plasma-Girl? That your dream-life? Everything back the way it was, before Lee…?
Or, no, wait, why, you can get HER to come to YOUR side! Sure! Being a villain has been SOOO good to you, hasn't it, you could share all that FUN with her! Just the two of you, stealing for Drakken, flying off to remote Caribbean islands for a bit of fun… it'd be the LIFE, wouldn't it! Have to leave Ron behind…, oh, and tell Kim to forget about silly things like High School, College, all her friends, her mother, her fuckin’ LIFE! Yeah, she'll buy that, I'm SURE you're worth all that to her… Why didn't you think of that before?
Shego sighed. The sarcastic inner-voice was getting soannoying. Is this how I make people feel?, another part of her mind wondered.
If I turn myself in… even if I can make a deal, I'll be doing time. And I'll have to actually do it, too. God. I can't do time NOW! Not when… things are finally looking UP! I'm WITH her now! I mean, we're a COUPLE… well, sort of. Anyway, we INTEND to be. You know what I mean… And now I have to go off to JAIL!
Ah, gawd… Kim – Pumpkin -, what have I done?
Kim shifted position just a little, enough to grind her shoulder noticeably into Shego's crotch.
Shego sighed. That may be as close as we get for… who knows how many years, Kim. God, I can't stand it!
Her mind began to race. Maybe she could get house-arrest. Maybe she could just remain a fugitive, and Kim and Ron could hide her… Maybe they could all go away… to… to… Myanamar. Suriname. Schleichwig-Holstein. SOMEwhere! Maybe Drakken could come up with some kind of permanent, perfect disguise… This went on and on.
Tears began to fall down her cheeks, even as her mind raced with ever more fanciful possibilities. But the feeling wouldn't go away: you just have to go down there and do it.
She cried herself back to sleep.