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.
By the time Shego woke up, Kim was in the bathroom and Ron was – as usual, she was beginning to understand – whomping up something to eat. The smell of butter, grease, and spices filled the air, and her stomach began to growl. But as powerful as her hunger was, she did have a greater need, and got up to make her sleepy way to the bathroom.
“Morning, Sunshine” Ron greeted her, flipping a pancake in the air.
“Mumph…” she mumphed.
Ron thought, I can see THEIR house is going to be a lot of fun in the mornings…
Knock knock. “Kim? Could you get a move on in there? Dire emergency waiting out here!”
“Mmph, shus kussin by eeth, ‘mon n” came the reply, and the door opened, revealing Kim Possible looking like what could only be described as a rabid Irish Setter in bathrobe and slippers – and having a bad hair day. It was not the Kim Possible of Shego's dream the night before, to say the least. Kim gave her a big foamy smile, and there was a strange look in her eyes, as if she were laughing inside. Then she tilted her head to the side, “G’ head.”
Shego thought, Whoa!… Note to self: never disturb Kim in the bathroom!
“Uh, could you…” Shego began, but Kim rolled her eyes and grabbed Shego's shirt, pulling her in. Then Kim stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her. All this without ever stopping her tooth-brushing. It was a practiced move - having two little brothers will do that to you. And Kim was used to sharing a bathroom , Shego was not.
Kim leaned on the wall beside the door, still brushing her teeth, while her mind wandered back to her feelings when she'd woke up on Shego's stomach. SO the drama!
Kim opened her eyes to find herself cheek-to-belly with the other girl. Her left arm was curled under and around Shego's thigh in what would've been a very erotic embrace – if that arm hadn't been completely asleep. Her other arm was up over her head, the hand under Shego's shirt and lightly cupping one of her breasts. I am NOT “cupping” her breast! She has a bra on!, Kim thought, a little panicked. Then the events of the previous evening began to slowly catch up to her. Well, hell, why am I making excuses anyway! I'm… I can… feel her up if I want! Anytime I want, for that matter! Well… you know what I mean…
But there was another, even more “drama” aspect to their entanglement that dawned upon the red-haired girl as she became aware of her situation: her neck and shoulder were - rather warmly - snuggled right into Shego's groin.
And Kim became aware of a warmth there, on her shoulder. Decidedly warm. Verging on “hot”. And… damp…?
Shego had wet herself?
Kim struggled, in acute embarrassment, to disentangle herself from the other girl - but without waking her up - which was no small feat with one arm completely numb. When she was finally standing beside the couch, face beet-red – and thanking God that Ron was in the bathroom – she thought, Oh my god! I can't believe she PEE'D on me! Oh, ick!She peered over at her own shoulder, expecting to see a wet spot.
But there was none. It was damp, but not enough to discolor the cloth of her shirt. Then she noticed the fragrance – it had been there all along, she'd just not noticed - and with it, the final embarrassment of the morning… that's not pee… Oh my… Gawwwwd…
She turned her head the other way, trying to get her nose away from her own wet shoulder, unexpectedly ashamed. Oh my… God! I'd just DIE if anyone… this is SO… disgusting…
Isn't it?
If anyone – anyone – had somehow known of her predicament, it would have been unbearable. But no one did, did they… Ron was in the bathroom. Shego was obviously still deep asleep, and there was no one else there. So no one else saw. No one else knew. No one else ever wouldknow. Kim stared at the sleeping Shego. She stared at Shego's crotch - her bed for the night. Shego's smooth belly – her pillow. The twin mounds of Shego's breasts. Shego's peaceful-looking face. She looks so sweet when she's asleep. So… harmless… kind of exactly the opposite of how she looks when she's awake…
Then she turned back to her own shoulder, hunched it up to meet her nose, and sniffed. Then she looked back at Shego.
Then she sniffed again, deeper than before.
And again.
And finally, giving in, a deep, long, inhalation, with her eyes closed, filling her lungs with Shego, as a connoisseur of wine or French truffles might. She held it… as if to let the fragrance permeate her, body and soul… then exhaled slowly, eyes re-opening as she did so. She felt a slight shiver. She thought, Oh my… God…, yet again, but with a vastly different attitude.
You could go down on her. Right here. Right now, the thoughts came unbidden into her mind, and then added sarcastically, I don't GUESS she'd mind. Ron might catch you – but so what? It's not like he doesn't know you want to, anyway. You could. You could… you could drink your fill of her, right now… In fact, having Ron catch you might be -
She shook herself vigorously to end the train of thought. Gawd! I'm becoming a dirty old man! -”or a horny lesbian:she thought of what Ron had said before.
Deciding – perhaps regretfully – not to go through with it, she enjoyed another whiff of her shoulder. Uhmmmmhhh…But there was something vaguely familiar, too…
Well, that was silly… how could there be? Yet, it lingered in her mind… Sniff. Sniff. It… it reminds me of… of…it was on the tip of her mind's tongue… of… of…
Jolly-Ranchers?
She smiled at the absurdity of the thought, staring again at Shego's crotch. It does! It Reminds me of peach-flavored Jolly-freakin'-Ranchers!
She grinned at the sleeping beauty and made her way towards the bathroom, chuckling. Peach Jolly-Ranchers! Peach-freakin'-Jolly-freakin'-Ranchers! Heeee!
At the breakfast bar, Shego was somber, killing Kim's earlier high-spirits.
“Something the matter, Shego?” Kim finally asked, after the “good morning's” and breakfast small-talk had died off.
“Nothing to concern you, Pumpkin” she said.
Shego was feeling miserable. Knowing what she had to do – turn herself in – and the likely repercussions of that… and for all this to happen now, well, it was just depressing beyond words. And it did have to be done now, too. It couldn't wait, she might not have the guts to do it later.
Kim was taken aback by the other girl's sarcastic tone. It was like… it was like yesterday, and last night, and this morning… like none of it had ever happened. Shego was her old self: The Ice Queen.
Ron had heard it too. He looked up at Shego while she stared at her food disinterestedly. He reached over and thwacked her on the head, not too hard, but hard enough.
Shego looked him as if he'd gone mad. “Are you insane, Stoppable? Do you -” she began.
“We had a deal,” he said, looking into her jade-colored eyes, “or have you forgotten…”
Shego backed down. No, she hadn't forgotten. They did have a deal. She turned to look at the now-perplexed Kim.
“Um… Kim, it's just… that I have to do something. By myself. Tie up some loose ends… uh… well, from before. I have… hard… things to do, is all. But I have to do them alone.”
Kim stared at her awhile, then turned her attention back to her plate, “Yeah, okay. I guess…”, she said unsurely. Ron looked at her, then he too resumed eating.
After a long minute of silence, Kim suddenly slammed her fork down on the table and said, with something approaching disgust, “No. No I DON'T guess it's ‘okay'!”
Shego and Ron both looked at her; Shego's face showing extreme emotional distress, Ron just looking expectantly.
“Shego…” Kim went on, “don't you get it? EVERYTHING about you ‘concerns’ me! And I don't care if it's something that happened ‘before’ or ‘after’… I don't care if it's your family or your boss or… or… or whatever! THERE IS NOTHING YOU HAVE TO DO ALONE! Not now! Not… not if there's ANY WAY I can help. Even if it's… just being there!”
Kim looked down, mentally exhausted by her own outburst, and caught her breath. Ron was eyeing Shego, and Shego seemed to be trying to look into the interior of her glass of milk.
Calmer now, Kim looked back over at Shego, watching her face in profile, “What is it you have to do, Shego?”
I can't tell her!, Shego thought, this is between me and the GJ. I HAVE to do this alone! God, Pumpkin, I don't WANT to… but I HAVE to! For us! The pain in her heart was as cold as dry ice. I have to do this myself!
Why is that, Shego? her Inner Voice spoke up again.
Shego winced. The Inner Voice was never a good sign. She was learning that it had a tendency to tell her things about herself that she didn't want to know.
Yeah, I do, don't I… Like that you're an arrogant cowardly bitch.
If you told her, what do you think she'd do? Beg you not to? You think she's too stupid to figure out that you can't remain a fugitive and be with her at the same time? Think you're the only one who's figured it out? How about Ron? He seems to be pretty on the ball, despite what YOU used to think of him. Think he doesn't know what you have to do?
They're only trying to HELP, you moron. But noooo, you'd rather wallow in self-pity, you'd rather break your own heart than have someone do something FOR your sake. You're punishing yourself, because you think you deserve it, Shego. Because you think you know better than they do.
Suddenly, the Inner Voice took on a different tone: So, you're WITH Kim, now, huh? And WHO, Shego, do you have to thank for that? Do THAT by yourself, did ya?
Ron, she answered herself, after a pause. I have Ron to thank for that…
She looked up, not at Kim, but at Ron.
“I have to turn myself in” she said, looking into his eyes. He only nodded. Then she looked back at Kim, who was still awaiting an answer.
“I… I just thought…” Shego sighed heavily. You can do this, just look at her. Eyes on the Prize, Shego…
“Would you come with me?”